1 comments/ 62756 views/ 3 favorites Offworld By: luvkitten "Where are we, C'lin?" Sim'n asked as their space shuttle docked into the bay of a planet. "Marock. There is a stunning club here. I am going to give you the best birthday of your life!" "I'd rather have this shuttle. I can't believe your parents let you have this." Sim'n and C'lin were from the planet Offworld. Offworld had been populated when humans had left the planet Earth to populate other planets. Offworld was the only successful planet colonisation. The humans on Offworld had managed to evolve to suit their environment. "Its gonna be an awesome night don't panic, big brother." Col'en said appearing from one of the sleeper rooms. "You brought my sister? Excellent. Well done. What a party it'll be with my little sister here." "Gosh, you moan a lot Sim'n!" she said with a smile to C'lin. "What's the plan for tonight then?" A holographic girl appeared. "Tonight we have reservations at a club. Tonight we're going to have lots of fun." She said. "This is Zo'or, the shipboard computer. Shes going to be out guide for tonight." "You having fun yet?" Zo'or asked Sim'n later that night. "He'd have more fun if he had a girl with him. Like that one over there. Shes hot." C'lin responded. Zo'or looked over to where C'lin was looking. "That hot girl is actually a male. He's a breeding slave. A pretty high quality one as well." "That's a guy? A slave?" "All males on Marock are slaves. Its a matriarchal society." "What's a breeding slave do?" Col'en asked as she watched him walk towards the bar. "He is used for breeding purposes. There are other slaves who are just used for sex or domestic purposes but he, he's an expensive way to get pregnant but you know that his genes are good." The breeding slave looked over at Col'en and smiled. "He's beautiful" "So are you, young mistress." He didn't move his lips and he was too far away to have heard what she said but Col'en knew it was the breeding slave who had spoken to her. Zo'or saw her looking at him. "The males, they don't have vocal chords. They speak telepathically. They process the best psychic ability of all the species in this sector." "What about the females?" Sim'n asked. "Empathic at the best. They talk too much." "Why don't the guys psychically join together and demand their freedom?" "I honestly don't think they've thought about it." "Young mistress" The breeder's voice echoed around their table. "My mistress is interested to talk to you. Would you join her for a drink?" They looked over to where the slave was standing next to his mistress. She smiled and waved Col'en over to her. Col'en shrugged and stood up. "What you doing, Col'en?" Sim'n hissed. "I know you think he's hot but if you get pregnant mum will kill you!" "I'm just gonna chat to her. No big deal. Maybe she'll be up for making this a birthday to remember." Col'en walked away smiling coyly at them. "Good evening, Col'en." The mistress smiled at her as she sat down. "What are you doing so far from Offworld?" "Its my brother's birthday. We're celebrating but he's being grumpy." The mistress waved at the breeder and he walked off towards two women who were standing by a door. "Good evening, mistresses. How may I be of service to you?" "My daughter needs initiating. How much?" The older woman said. "1000. My mistress is just over there" The breeder looked at the daughter and projected a feeling of lust to her although he didn't feel it. She looked at him, blushed then looked at the floor. The mother saw what happened and pressed her necklace. A sharp electric shock radiating from his wrist forced the breeder down on his knees. He stopped projecting and frown at her. "He's a feisty one" The mother said. "Worth the money I should think. Go on, honey. He's gonna make you a woman in style." The breeding slave stood up and led the girl through the door and into the breeding room. He locked the door and kissed her, gently pulling her towards him. "It is a shame that someone else has already had the pleasure of making you a woman." He whispered without breaking the kiss. She gasped and pulled away from him. "He said you wouldn't be able to tell!" "What do Benalies know? Surely you knew that I would be able to hear you thinking of him. And even if I hadn't, I can see it in your walk." "O gosh! You won't tell my mother will you?" "Of course not. It is you who will have to live with the guilt that your mother is paying for you to be initiated by a very expensive breeder when you have already let a Benalie take you." "You are shockingly feisty!" She said as she pressed her tayza necklace until he dropped to his knees in pain. "Come on, make me less guilty and give me a good time." He smiled up at her, then stood up and kissed her on her lips, neck and ears while removing her clothes. He radiated feelings of love, lust and warmth to her. She happily let him lay her down on the bed. He kissed her nipples then moved between her legs. "O gosh!" She mumbled as he started to lick her. "Your Benalie didn't show you this did he? Were you submissive to him, mistress?" She lightly pressed her necklace. "Just because you're good at this doesn't mean you shouldn't give me respect." He laughed slightly and continued licking and sucking on her until she came. He stood up and removed his clothes. Then he lay down on the bed next to her. He gently kissed her and then moved her to sit on top of him. She gently placed her hands on his shoulders. He moved them so they were on his neck. "You are in control, mistress." He said as he moved her over his penis. His penis looked like a small ball. She sat on it and gently rubbed against it. "This is different to when I'm with Farabim." She said confused. "You have no idea how different." He responded with a smile. "You will never have another experience like this." He moved his hips up and down under her, slowly his penis began to inflate and elongate within her. She gasped as she felt small pricks of pain as small spikes on his penis embedded into her. He slowed his movements, watching as her expression changed to one of pleasure. Slowly he built his speed back up and then moved his hands to her hips. A bright flash of electricity was realised from hips into her. She moaned and screamed in total pleasure. He smiled as he moved her from on top of him back onto the bed. He stood up and started dressing. "My gosh! That was stunning! Are all breeders like that?" "No, I'm half Nakarda. I'm very different to other breeders and that's why I'm so expensive." "You haven't got me pregnant have you?" "No." "Good. Do you come here often?" He smiled and handed her a card. "For when your Benalie lets you down?" He said as he left. He went back to his mistress's table although he could sense that she wasn't there and he couldn't sense where she was. The young Offworld girl was waiting there nervously. She smiled at him as he approached. She showed him a card, an initiation request card. At least that would explain his mistress's absence. "Young mistress, if you will follow me I will initiate you." He sensed that her nervousness was not of being initiated but everytime he tried to probe her thoughts she started reciting song lyrics. "Why are you so nervous?" He asked as they got into the room. She didn't answer but instead passed him a small button. "What's this?" He asked confused as he was suddenly transported to C'lin's ship. "Oh my gosh! Where am I? What have you done?" "Your mistress sold you to me. Look. Now you can be free!" The breeder looked at the papers Col'en was showing him. "Why would she sell me? I am her highest earning slave. I am perfect." "But now you are free!" "I do not want this freedom." "Why are you being so difficult?" "Because he has been trained well." His mistress said as she walked into the room. He knelt before her. "You are a good slave. However, I am not a good mistress. I have been convicted of treason and shall have all my assets sold shortly. And so I have sold you to the Offworlder." "Mistress, you a treason? And now you are cheating the system?" "It is not cheating. They shall take the money that I got for you." "The Offworlder has not paid a full price for me." "The Offworlder is your mistress now and you will give her the respect you give to your mistress. Do not disappoint me." His mistress stood up to leave. She smiled at Col'en. "He is fiesty. Shock him with the tayza if he misbehaves." She stepped onto the teleport and disappeared from his life. "You ready to leave now, Col'en?" C'lin said over the intercom. "Yeah, lets go." Zo'or spoke next. "Setting a course to Carbina. Home to extreme watersports. If Sim'n can't have fun here, he can't have fun anywhere!" "Carbina." The breeder said, still kneeling on the floor. "Do you have permission to go across Nakarda space?" "I'm sure Zo'or and C'lin have it sorted. Come on, I'll show you to your room." "I'll sleep in your room, mistress." "I'm not really your mistress, you're free now." "You are my mistress and I will serve you in everyway I can." "I don't need a slave." "Maybe you don't but I need a mistress. I am a slave. It is who I am not what I am." "You don't have to be a slave though!" "I don't have to be a slave in the same way you don't have to be a girl." "That's not true though!" "Yes it is" He said as the ship suddenly lurched to the left and a loud noise shook the ship. "That will be the Nakarda. If I am to fulfil my duty as your slave I need to be on the bridge, mistress." Col'en ran out of the transporter room on the way to the bridge closely followed by the breeder. "The Nakarda are firing on us! We have no chance against them, this isn't a war ship!" C'lin said as he saw them. "Friend of my mistress, offer my services to their captain in return for safe passage to Carbina." The breeder said to him. "Make sure its only the captain and make sure he comes over to this ship. Don't send me over there." C'lin looked at Col'en, who shook her head angrily. "You're not just some procession that we can use to bribe the Nakarda with." She said. "That is exactly what I am, mistress. If you do not offer me to them we shall all die here." C'lin shrugged and opened a hailing frequency. "Offworld ship, you are illegally in our space and you will be destroyed." The Nakarda captain said as soon as he appeared on the screen. "We have a breeding slave to offer you for the duration of our trip to Carbina." "Tell him I'm fiesty." The breeder said so only C'lin could hear him. "He's fiesty. You are welcomed upon our ship." "It is four eons between here and Carbina. He would have to be fiesty to survive that. I shall be over shortly. My ship shall escort you to Carbina." "You shouldn't have done that, C'lin. What did he mean about having to be fiesty to survive?" Col'en said turning to the breeder. "Nakarda are very violent lovers. Not all breeders will survive a full four eon submission. I will need to sort out the room." "You mean you might not survive?" "I will not die from submitting but I will require medical attention afterwards." Col'en glanced at C'lin before walking over to him to hit him. "Come on." Sim'n said to the breeder. "I'll show you to a sleeper." The breeder followed Sim'n out from the bridge. "Do you have a name?" "Slaves do not have names. I am known as the first breeding slave of my mistress." "You're my sister's only slave." "I was the first breeding slave of my last mistress as well. The Nakarda will expect there to be fruit." Sim'n went over to the replicator. "You're not scared about going with a Nakarda and a male?" "I am trained to do whatever it takes to protect my mistress." He said as he undressed. "I don't understand why you guys are slaves anyway. You could easily break free and demand your freedom. Refuse to serve, protect and breed with them." "We are free." C'lin and the Nakarda captain walked into the room. The Nakarda smiled then pulled the breeder toward him. "You two can go." He said. C'lin and Sim'n left quickly. "You have never submitted to the Nakarda before?" "No, master. My last mistress had many slaves who were trained to serve the Nakarda. I was kept for breeding." "How is it that you are now the slave of Offworlders?" "My last mistress was a treason and sold me to the Offworld female in order to stop me being sold with her assests." "What a wise woman! You must be extremely expensive. Her son?" "I was her blood slave. There is no such position as 'son' on Marock." "Turn around. Yes, you are a very impressive slave. Submit." The breeder dropped to his knees without hesitation. He projected feelings of fear and lust to the Nakarda. "You are extremely fiesty for a Nakarda virgin, little slave. You have not forgotten that I am telepathic and yet you send me fake feelings as if I am one of the Marocki women." The Nakarda grabbed him by his hair. "We shall see how fiesty you are when I have finished with you." The Nakarda pushed the breeder onto the bed. "What a hot little thing you are!" He opened his bag and pulled out some ropes. He pulled the breeder to the edge of the bed and tied each one of his legs to the legs of the bed. Then he tied the breeder's hands together and secured them to the top of the bed. "You're scared now. You pretend that all those women are in control but now you will feel what its really like to be controlled." The Nakarda leaned over him and kissed him lightly on his shoulder. Then he took out two whips. "I can feel you probing me. It won't make this any easier for you. Now tell me, which one do you want first?" "It is your decision, master. I am just your slave." The breeder let his head drop down onto the pillow, knowing he had no choice and that the poison whip was coming first. "You might just survive this." "How long has it been?" Col'en asked. "About two eons." "Do you think he's ok?" "How am I meant to know, Col'en?" C'lin asked angrily walking over to check their course again. "I think he's fine." Sim'n said from the other side of the bridge. "Do you now? And what makes you think that?" "He said he'd had training. I think he's a really good slave." "I wanted him to be free but instead he's in there submitting to a Nakarda just because we didn't get permission to cross Nakarda space. Why are we going to Carbina anyway?" "His last mistress thought we might enjoy it there since we didn't enjoy Marock." "Did she tell you that you needed permission?" "No, she just programmed the co-ordinates for us and wished us well. You don't think she wanted us to get caught do you?" The Nakarda walked onto the bridge, naked except for a towel. "You finished?" Col'en asked hopefully. "As if. Hail my ship for me." He spoke in Nakardan rapidly to the man who appeared on the screen. "Show him to the room when he gets here." He said to C'lin. "The Breeder said only you, only one. No more. Your friend can't come here." Col'en said "Either you let him over and show him to the room or I will order my crew to arrest you and I shall take ownership of the slave. Is that understood?" The Nakarda walked from the bridge without waiting for an answer. The second Nakarda appeared carrying a medical kit. "Are you a doctor?" C'lin asked as he showed him to the room. The Nakarda didn't answer. "This is where they are." "Thank you." The door opened and the Nakarda went in. C'lin saw the breeder tied to the bed. His back was marked with red lines from the whip and there was a bleeding wound on his neck. As he watched the Nakarda captain licked the blood from the wound. The door shut. C'lin walked slowly back to the bridge. "What's going on, C'lin? Did you see anything?" Col'en asked anxiously. "I don't know. He was tied to the bed and bleeding. If he's bleeding then he's not dead right?" "O Gosh!" "He's a good looking little thing isn't he? How did he end up with Offworlders?" The Nakarda doctor asked. "He was a high class breeding slave but his mistress was a treason and sold him to the Offworlders to cheat the Marocki government of him." The captain said as he re-entered his penis into the breeder. "They're not going to be happy with that. How long has he been unconscious?" "Not long. He was fully conscious until I forced his head into the pillows and stopped him breathing." "You're joking? Slaves usually pass out before you're even half in them." "I know. That's why I brought you over. Can you wake him up for me? I liked it when I could hear him." The doctor pulled out a hypo spray and injected it into the breeder's neck. The breeder woke up slowly moving his head to each side before gently pulling on his binds. When he realised he was still bound he stopped moving. "Taste him. He's so sweet." The captain said, the doctor bent down and bit into the breeder's neck. "I don't take two." Breeder said quietly. "See that, more than half way through a full submission and still fiesty!" "He's not fully Marocki." The doctor said as he pulled away from his neck. He grabbed a handful of the breeder's hair and made him lift his head. "You have mixed blood little slave. Marocki and what?" "Guess." The doctor let go of his hair in a mixture of anger and lust. "For a slave who doesn't take two you know exactly how to make two Nakarda interested in sharing you." He said. "I say we whip the answer out of him." "All the poison is gone and he's not scared of a good beating." "You've been defeated by a slave, captain! A lack of fear of beating has never stopped you beating someone before." "Because I knew that they were lying and would eventually break. This slave will never tell you. He's stubborn." "Then I'll have to find out the old fashioned way!" The doctor pulled out a needle, pushed it into breeder's arm and drew out some blood. He put a drop of the blood onto his triquarter. "And while that is working I shall break you." The captain moved away as the doctor pushed himself into the breeder. "Get in his mouth. I want him suffocating on your penis." The captain smiled and pushed his penis into the breeder's mouth. The breeder slowly swallowed it, breathing through his nose, never breaking eye contact with the captain. "You're too fiesty. It will get you in trouble one day." The triquarter beeped at them from the floor. "What's it say?" The doctor said as he bit into the breeder's shoulder. "What does it mean when it says 'N-Marocki'?" "It says 'N'?" The doctor pulled away from the breeder. "Get out of him." The doctor picked up the triquarter and read it. "He's Nakarda." "Nakarda?" The captain grabbed the breeder's hair and pulled his head up. "How is it you are a Nakarda slave? There are no male Nakarda slaves. We are rulers not slaves." "My mistress convinced her Nakarda breeding partner that I was a female and so he was happy to leave me with her." "Your mistress was far too clever! It is a good job we have found you. Now, you will be integrated into the Nakarda." "Master, I am a slave." "You are Nakarda." "If I am Nakarda then why am I tied to this bed? Why did I submit to you? How is it that my blood has satified your hunger? Everyone knows Nakarda blood holds no nutrition for other Nakarda." The doctor looked at the captain. "He has certainly been well trained. It will take a long time to make him Nakarda." "We shall take his mistress and her friends. If he does not work at becoming integrated we shall torture them. And when he is integrated he won't even care about them. Contact the ship." Offworld Ch. 02 Nafaria stood in the middle of the fighting ring looking up at the tinted box that was suspended there before each one of his fights. It had been almost a full rotation of the planet around the outermost sun since he had been given the name Nafaria. He hated it. It meant 'male fairy'. He had preferred it when he was just called 'breeder'. In the box Col'en was looking down at him. She knew he couldn't see her. At the beginning of their inprisonment he had telepathically searched for them and checked that they were ok. He hadn't done that for ages now. "Why doesn't he check on us anymore? Why does he just stand there?" She asked as she did everytime they were there. C'lin and Sim'n didn't bother trying to answer her. They were more worried about if they were ever going to be free again. They were being treated well, Nafaria had never let the Nakarda hurt them, but it had been almost a year. Their parents were going to kill them! The arena started to fill with warriors. Everyone enjoyed Nafaria's fights, he was good but very different to other warriors. He wasn't the strongest but his telepathic ability was much better than any Nakarda. Another Nakarda warrior entered the ring. He smiled at Nafaria then walked over to the other side of the ring. His name was Karnafa, he was one of Nafaria's training partners. This was the fourth time he had fought with Nafaria in the main matches, Nafaria had always won. Nafaria turned away from the box. "Every fight I win my mistress watches. Everytime I stand here my mistress watches. I fight and she is kept safe when I win. I do not want to fight for her any more. After I reduce Karnafa to a crying child I will fight one of my mistress' equals to fight for my freedom." The crowd cheered. "You look like a girl." Karnafa snarled walking closer to him. "I will make you beg for mercy like I make my women beg." "I have heard you with your women. I have never heard them moan." Nafaria said outloud, then he spoke directly to Karnafa's thoughts. "But I have heard you with the breeder's and I know that it is not the women whom you enjoy." Karnafa turned to hit Nafaria in rage. Nafaria ducked laughing as the referee reprimanded Karnafa. They walked back to their corners. Their trainer walked over to Nafaria. "It is good that you are ready to fully join the Nakarda. Which Offworlder will you fight?" "Sim'n. He is the strongest." "You know Karnafa. You know his weaknesses and strength. And he also knows yours. Stay alert and be fiesty." The trainer sent a messenger up to the box and then went round to give the same pep talk to Karnafa. A guard went into the box and pulled Sim'n out of the box. Col'en started banging on the side of the box. "Breeder!" She shouted in distress. Everyone looked up at her except Nafaria. Nafaria paced the ring waiting for the match to start. The bell rang and Karnafa advanced on Nafaria. Nafaria didn't move, he started to probe Karnafa's mind tentively. Karnafa had blocked his mind and it would take Nafaria a while to break through the defenses. Nafaria gave up searching his fighting tactics and started searching his personal thoughts. "Stop it, Nafaria!" Karnafa said as he reached out and grabbed both of Nafaria's arms. "Fighting is not the only reason you want to be holding me." Nafaria said as he gripped Karnafa's arms and pushed himself up, running up Karnafa, flipping over and setting himself free. He kicked Karnafa in the chest. Karnafa grabbed his foot as he fell back. Nafaria fell on top of him. "You would prefer it if you were on top wouldn't you?" He said as he stood up. He extended his hand to Karnafa in order to help him up. Karnafa took his hand and pulled himself up. The crowd appluded Nafaria's fairplay. Karnafa pulled Nafaria towards him by his hand. "One day, fairy, I will have you." "One day - maybe but not today." Karnafa kicked Nafaria so he landed on the other side of the ring. The crowd gasped in shock that Nafaria hadn't seen this coming and dodged it. Nafaria didn't stand up instead he waved his hand towards Karnafa. Karnafa went flying to the other side of the ring. Nafaria jumped up and landed on top of Karnafa. "My gosh, Nafaria! What was that?" "That was a telepathic blow. You submit?" "To you? Never!" Karnafa threw Nafaria off him. Nafaria spun in the air and landed on his feet. The crowd cheered again. Karnafa got to his feet and lashed out at Nafaria. Nafaria dodged each blow by performing backflips around the ring. Then he flipped himself over Karnafa's head and kicked him in the lower back. Karnafa fell to the floor. Nafaria quickly turned him and sat on him, he pulled a small knife from a small pocket on the back of his trousers. He put it to Karnafa's neck. "Submit Karnafa, just submit." "I am not yet beaten!" Nafaria hit him in the neck with his elbow. "Submit!" "Next time you will submit." "Next time we will not be in the ring. Submit." Karnafa laid his hands down above his head. Nafaria immediately cut his neck and bent down to drink his blood. The wound healed quickly. Then he cut his wrist and held it over Karnafa's mouth. Karnafa drank then licked the wound until it healed. Nafaria felt Karnafa's thoughts as he drank. Every time he tasted Nafaria's blood he thought the same thing. He thought that Nafaria's blood tasted sweet like his slave's blood. Full Nakarda blood was tasteless to other Nakarda and held no nurtitional value. "Do not think of me like that." Nafaria said as he helped Karnafa to his feet. "Can't help it, Nafaria. I think you're hot. I won't do anything though. I just want to be your friend." Karnafa looked towards the side of the ring. "And now you kill the Offworlder." "I will not break Nakarda rules and kill him." "I am glad that you have learnt and embraced Nakarda laws so well. You will make an awesome warrior once you are initiated into the Nakarda." "I will never be a warrior. I cannot be initiated -the poison would kill me whether I was loyal or not." Their trainer looked up at them. "Nafaria, you will be initiated and you will survive it. Don't worry." Nafaria searched through his trainer's thoughts. Then spoke only his trainer and Karnafa could hear. "So it is all a lie. There is no poison just fear. I am fearful, not all Nakarda will want me to be a warrior, they just like me as entertainment." "Once you fight the Offworlder they will want you." Sim'n was pushed into the ring and a forcefield erected around him to stop him escaping. He was shaking and desperately trying to find a way out. "Are you sure he is the strongest?" His trainer asked. "They are not a fighting race but he will survive." "Not because of any strength on his part but because you will honour the laws and you will become an amazing warrior. Karnafa get out of the ring and let Nafaria fight for his freedom." Karnafa got out of the ring. "Be fiesty, Nafaria." He said. Nafaria turned back into the ring. The force field was removed from around Sim'n and placed around the ring. "You don't care about us anymore do you? Col'en is no longer your mistress and you have no desire to protect her anymore." Nafaria didn't answer instead he paced around the ring. He preformed a few backflips for the audience then kicked Sim'n between his two arms on his left hand side. Sim'n flew over to the edge of the ring. He lay there trying to get his breath back. "I am doing this to protect my mistress. After this you will be free to go. Play dead." Nafaria said directly to Sim'n as he preformed a series of cartwheels. When he reached Sim'n he sat on him and pulled out his blood-letting knife. "Don't be scared, it won't hurt much and you will enjoy the taste of my blood." Nafaria cut Sim'n's neck and bent down to drink his blood then cut his own wrist and made Sim'n drink his blood. He licked the wound on his wrist to heal it. The crowd cheered as he walked out of the arena with his trainer and Karnafa. * Nafaria stood in the middle of the ring surrounded by the leaders of the Nakarda. His trainer walked in carrying a small glass of green liquid. Nafaria knew it was poison and that it would kill him. If he found a way to prove he was loyal the poison would be replaced with harmless green water. He had no idea how to prove he was loyal. "Breeder!" Col'en pushed her way to the front of the crowd and threw him a teleportation button. Nafaria immediately threw it on the floor and stood on it. "You cannot fool me twice with the same trick and even if you did, my people would have rescued me." "You're happy here?" She asked confused. "Have you forgotten what they did to you? When they thought you were just a breeder? Come with me." "What happened before will be nothing after today. Where would we go? Would I be your slave on Marock or your pet on Carbina or maybe we'd live a peaceful life of farming on Offworld?" "You belong to me. It is your duty to protect me." "I fought for my freedom. Your brother will protect you." Col'en pulled a taizer out of her protet and pushed it slightly. Nafaria winced in pain and shook his wrists. "What is that, Nafaria?" His trainer asked. "Its a taizer." One of the other Nakarda said. "I thought they only worked with the restraints." Nafaria shook his head as he heavily moved closer to Col'en. "The restraints are there to stop us doing this." He gasped as he grabbed her wrist. She screamed and dropped to the ground, unconscious. "What did you do to her?" "Taizers hurt because they make us release electricity into ourselves. We are unable to get rid of the electricity by ourselves but if we touch someone else the electricity runs through them to the ground. That's why they make us wear restraints. She doesn't know. She's an Offworlder." "Do you have the ability to release electricity whenever you want?" Nafaria smiled. "You mean like in fights? Yes, but I wouldn't." His trainer passed him the small glass of harmless green water. "Welcome to the Nakarda." Offworld Ch. 03 Nafaria pulled his sunglasses up onto his head and looked around him. His space ship was behind him, a crashed space ship was infront of him. He looked around. He was on a desert planet, the sun was high in the sky. He put his sunglasses on again. He psychically scanned the surrounding area, then walked towards an area of sand dunes to his right. "If he is here, Nafaria, he's dead." His pilot, Dabafa, said from behind the crashed ship. "He's been here at least two days and he would have been injured." "I can feel him, he's alive." "Then he'll need food, live food and we don't have any." Dabafa said as he followed. "I can feed him." "You're Nakarda." "You have never complained when I have fed you." Nafaria turned and saw Karnafa sitting against a sand dune. His eyes were closed and his mouth hung open. "Looks dead to me." Nafaria ignored him and went over to the Karnafa. He knelt down next to him and touched his cheek with his hand. "Hey" He said gently. Karnafa opened his eyes. "This is a stupid way to kill yourself, Karnafa." Karnafa smiled slightly. "I thought you were dead." "It'll take more than that to kill me." "I don't want to die, Nafaria. I brought the ship under control. But I will die, I can't breathe, theres no food out here, I need to feed." "Then feed." Nafaria offered Karnafa his wrist. "I can't! You're Nakarda!" "I can satisfy you. Feed and live Karnafa." Karnafa bent forward and bit into Nafaria's wrist, drinking his blood slowly. He drank for about five minutes and then pulled away. Nafaria flexed his wrist slowly. "You take enough?" "It will last until we get back to Nakarda." "We're not going back. You'll be arrested if we go back." Nafaria helped Karnafa up and helped him towards the ship. "I deserve it. I tried to kill you." It had been five years since Nafaria had be accepted as a Nakarda warrior. Since then they had fought regularly, Nafaria had never lost to Karnafa. Except for their fight the week before when Karnafa had drugged Nafaria with an electric stimulant. During the fight, Nafaria had lost consciousness. Karnafa had been declared the winner until the authorities found out what he had done. Karnafa had escaped, everyone assumed he would commit suicide: it would be an honourable death. Nafaria put Karnafa into a sleeper and then went back to the bridge. "You rest, Dabafa. I will pilot." He said. "I'm not in need of rest, Nafaria. Don't worry." "If I could not hear your thoughts I would not be worried. I know that you have set a course to Nakarda. I know you will alert the authorities about my apparent ignorance of Nakarda law. I know you cannot be trusted. So either retire to your room remembering that your thoughts are not secret or leave my ship." Dabafa turned and went to his room. Nafaria sighed and programmed in the co-ordinates. * Karnafa walked slowly onto the bridge. Nafaria was sitting on a chair with his feet on a table and his eyes closed. His hands were on his head. Karnafa knew he was scanning the environment. Nafaria's psychic ability was phenomenal. He was able to scan whole planets from light years away and pick out the thoughts of one person. He was able to hide himself and his entire ship from Nakarda scans. His natural ability as a breeder had allowed him to become the strongest psychic Nakarda had ever seen. Karnafa stood next to Nafaria silently. He knew he didn't have to speak, Nafaria would pick up on his need. He was hungry again: he needed a full feed not just five minutes from Nafaria's wrist. He needed to slowly undress Nafaria and kiss every part of his body, feeling the liquid food running under his skin until he couldn't bear it anymore. Then he'd bite into his neck and suck the blood out of him, feeling the life infuse into his system bringing his libido to life. He'd slowly push himself if Nafaria until Nafaria was gasping for breathe under him. Nafaria looked up at him, his eyes glazed slightly. He offered Karnafa his wrist. Karnafa gazed at it in shock. "This is not what I need." "I am Nakarda, I cannot satisfy your needs." "You said you could earlier! If you'd taken me back to Nakarda I would've been fed by now. I may be in jail but at least I wouldn't be on the edge of death. A wrist feed will not save me now!" Nafaria waved a hand at him, Karnafa flew across the room and hit the wall. Nafaria went over to him and touched his hand to Karnafa's head. "This is what submission is like. I hated this when it was what I expected to do." Nafaria showed him the memories of what he experienced with the two Nakarda. "It wouldn't be like that, Nafaria. I care for you." Karnafa thought of all the times he had been with breeders; there were plenty of breeders who would have equally uncomfortable memories but with him in the lead role. "I'm sorry, Nafaria." Karnafa leaned back on the wall, gasping for breath. He'd suffocate slowly within the next half hour. "O gosh, Karnafa. You're going to die if I don't feed you." Nafaria pushed his wrist to Karnafa's mouth. Karnafa bit into him unable to refuse him. Nafaria helped Karnafa to his feet and took him back to his room. Then he knelt down before him. "What are you doing, Nafaria?" "I submit to you." "You can't, Nafaria." "I am, Karnafa." * Karnafa gently stroked Nafaria's head as he lay unconscious on his chest. It had been four eons since the start of Nafaria's submission. Karnafa was completely satisfied: he wouldn't have to feed for another couple of weeks now. Nafaria's blood was the best he had ever tasted; wild and full of strength. Nafaria was stronger than any of the breeders Karnafa had ever been with before. Karnafa had been so rough with him, he'd rammed himself so hard into Nafaria that he'd screamed in pain. Karnafa had loved the feeling he got from hearing Nafaria scream. He slowly rolled Nafaria away from him and went into the shower. He telepathically felt Nafaria wake up. This was a new experience for him; he had never seen thoughts in colour before. Nafaria's mind was like a golden crystal, sharp and full of hidden, deep, black crevies. Karnafa probed further into Nafaria's mind. Suddenly, all the hidden parts of Nafaria's mind disappeared. "Don't search me, Karnafa, its rude. Your psychic ability has been enhanced by my blood. It will not last." Nafaria said speaking directly to his mind from the other room. "What does my mind look like?" Karnafa responded in the same way. "You are like an ocean. Your thoughts lap against the surface then retreat without warning. Your real feelings are hidden deep under water." "You search my thoughts, why can't I search yours?" "You do not know how to do it. Practice on Dabafa." Karnafa searched for Dabafa's mind. He saw it as a dark blue flower, underneath the petals he could see hints of red. He pulled at a petal then recoiled as he felt Dabafa's pain. "I hurt him, Nafaria." "Yes, you move too fast. What did that petal symbolise? What was that thought?" "I don't know. I didn't look." "Then look and be gentle." Karnafa gently moved towards Dabafa's mind again. He touched the petal softly. It moved gently and bent towards Karnafa. A flurry of red words was released and floated around him; he read them. "He's thinking about us. He's disgusted by you submitting. He wants to report us. He's scared of you. Not just because you know his thoughts. He's worried you'll kill him or abandon him. His mother was a Benalie prisoner who was raped by a guard. You've fed him and he has submitted to other Nakarda. He thinks I'm going to demand him. That's why he's really scared. He wants to be accepted as a full Nakarda like you have but he is worried that you do not seem to follow the rules. You are giving mixed blood Nakarda a bad name." He felt Nafaria's agreement. "Are you ready? We're about to dock." Karnafa looked into the visible parts of Nafaria's mind. "Why are we on Offworld?" * "Are you sure shes here, Nafaria?" Karnafa said as they walked through the deserted streets. "There is no one here!" "Can't you feel them? Hiding, scared that their children will be taken to satisfy the perverse desires of the Nakarda?" "Fear is dark blue and jumps." Nafaria smiled at him. "How will you find her?" Dabafa asked from behind them. "I can hear her. I can always hear her." "Being Nakarda means nothing to you!" Nafaria waved his hand at Dabafa, he was flung into a wall by the telepathic bolt. "You know nothing of true Nakarda ways and you know nothing of me." He stopped infront of a small house on the end of the street. The door was suddenly flung open. Col'en ran out to him and hugged him. "O my gosh, Breeder! You're ok!" "Yes, little mistress, but they call me Nafaria now." Col'en looked behind him at Karnafa and Dabafa. "You're still with the Nakarda? But why? They're horrible, horrible people." "Be careful what you say, Col'en. I am Nakarda." "You are not Nakarda. You're a breeder." Nafaria smiled as he gently touched her arm. She screamed and pulled away from him as he sent an electric shock through her. "What did you do that for?" "Just proving I'm Nakarda." Nafaria looked behind her to where her door was open. "Good afternoon, M'lin." He said to the four year old girl hiding behind the door. She moved forward slowly and then hid behind Col'en's leg. Nafaria bent down so he was level with her. "Hello, little princess. Aren't you beautiful? You're not scared of me are you?" "You're a warrior" She whispered. "I won't hurt you. Look." He put out his hand then slowly moved it upwards. M'lin started floating upwards. She grabbed Col'en's skirt screaming. "Don't be scared." Nafaria took M'lin's hands and held her as she continued to float. "Put my daughter down, Nakarda." A voice said angrily from behind them. "Your daughter?" Nafaria said without turning around. "You, C'lin, have nothing to worry about. I will not harm her." Nafaria let M'lin go, she slowly floated back down to the ground. Nafaria turned around to C'lin. "All that time you had in jail didn't put you off mating with her?" C'lin smiled. "I thought you were on a raid." "And you were going to deny us your child?" Karnafa laughed. "Offworlders are stupid, Nafaria, lets go." Dabafa laughed as well. "You can laugh, Dabafa. You are the reason we are here. Col'en, this is my servent and now he is your slave. He does not require blood to survive." "You can't leave me here!" Dabafa said scared. "Please Nafaria." "Why are you leaving him?" C'lin asked. "He can not be trusted." Karnafa smiled. "He is not needed." He put his arm around Nafaria's shoulder. Nafaria shrugged him off angrily and walked away. "We shall return for you at some point. Protect M'lin." Karnafa followed Nafaria back to the ship. As soon as the door closed, Nafaria grabbed Karnafa by the neck and pushed him against the wall, holding him there. "I am not a woman! Never act like you process me." Offworld Ch. 04 Karnafa knocked Nafaria away from him. "You are mine. You submitted to me and now you are mine. You do not respond to my affections like that, Nafaria." Nafaria smiled then touched Karnafa's arm gently. Karnafa jumped as an electric shocked ran through him. Nafaria turned and walked away. "Come, Karnafa." Karnafa followed without thought, Nafaria was controlling his movements. In the sleeper, Karnafa knelt on the floor. "You will submit to me, Karnafa, and then we shall see who belongs to who." "You cannot force me to submit, Nafaria. It has to be willing!" Nafaria touched Karnafa again. The room went dark and when Karnafa could see again, he found himself on a bed in a room he hadn't seen before. He stood up and saw his reflection in a mirror. He was in someone else's body; the body of a young breeding slave. His hair was long and braided, his form as slight as a woman's and there were small but prominant breasts under his long blue shirt. The door behind him opened and three women appeared. "You know better than to remain standing in my presence." One of the women said. She pressed on her necklace, sending a shock through Karnafa's body until he dropped to the floor. "You see," She said to the other two women. "I know you he was fiesty." "You said he was half - Nakarda. How did you manage to keep him? They take any males to train as Narkarda." "My breeding partner was not the wisest of men. I raised this little slave as a girl until I could remove the Narkarda. Now he is of age and it is time to train him in his real duty. You two will be the first to touch him and I know that you will train him well. I want him to be the best. A half-Nakarda slave will be expensive." "We will make him wonderful. Don't you worry." This woman was tall with vibrant red hair. She stepped forward as the first woman left the room. She pulled Karnafa to his feet and attached another set of restraints to his wrists. "These are for the best breeding slaves. All women will know your powers when they see these. We will train you today. I will train you in how to initiate a girl into a woman and my friend here, she will teach you how to breed." The room went dark again. Karnafa realised he was on the floor of the sleeper. Nafaria was on the bed, seemingly asleep. "Is that how you were trained as a slave, Nafaria?" Karnafa whispered moving onto the bed. "The next day I was put to work. I was a slave for ten years before the Nakarda found me. My children populate that planet. I do not belong to anyone other than myself. You will respect that." "I'm sorry, Nafaria." "Then submit to me. Then we shall be equal." Karnafa sighed and knelt down on the floor. Nafaria smiled and stroked his head before kneeling down next to him. Nafaria kissed him gently on the lips. "Lets go." Nafaria stood up again and turned to leave the room. Karnafa looked up at him, confused. "You wanted me to submit!" "And you did. I did not say I wanted more from you." "Where are we?" "Marock." **** The room went slient as the two Nakarda warriors entered the bar. Karnafa ordered drinks as Nafaria took a seat in a booth. A tall, red-haired woman slid into the booth next to him. "You look fine as a Nakarda warrior, first-breeder, but we know you are nothing more than a slave. Come, breed with me, I will pay your Nakarda keeper for you even though we should be confiscating you." Nafaria smiled. "I'd rather die than breed with you, old woman." The people in the bar turned to watch them, the slaves gasping in horror as this obvious slave created problems for all slaves. The woman kept smiling but pressed her tayza. Nafaria flinched and then grabbed her arm, she screamed and let go of the button. "What made you think a Nakarda warrior would be wearing restraints?" "When you are confiscated and retrained, I will be the first one to experience you; you will experience pain like never before, breeder. I will recommend you for sex slavery, you are too tainted to be useful for breeding. Your sale was not legal, you are still a slave." "You're right. Therefore, under part five, section two of the slavery act, I claim my freedom and take up my status as a free man." The women in the bar gasped. "How do you know about the slavery act?" "You forget, my mistress, the traitor, raised me as a girl until I was legally of breeding age. I've always known the laws you only teach to girls but I was an amazing slave." "Wait!" A young woman asked. "If men are free does that mean they can choose who they breed with?" "Yes." The male sex slave knelling at the feet of the young woman's mother immediately claimed his freedom, and took off his restraints. The young woman smiled and led him into a breeding room, ignoring her mother's shouting. "We should go, Nafaria." Karnafa said as other men in the room started claiming their freedom. "There will be a riot." "I doubt it. Without restraints, the women will not reclaim us and most women will welcome a free society. It is just the older ones who will be against it." "You went through years of slavery although you knew you could be free?" "I did not realise there was another life."