4 comments/ 10609 views/ 4 favorites Cygnus Five By: Wifetheif My good friend Lenny, his wife Silvia, my own wife, Vera, and myself were having a leisurely interplanetary jaunt in Lenny's new space cruiser. Lenny had come into some money so he bought the ship used. No more would he have to wait in line and pass through noxious security protocols to board a commercial liner to go from point A to point B. Lenny is a representative for the Maglift corporation. His job requires site visits to various far flung planets to inspect the equipment and make sure that it is properly maintained. He spends a lot of time in space. Now he could travel on his own schedule, determine his own routes and be home much more often; all facts that made Silvia very happy. I spun in my chair and eyed our wives. I never got tired of looking at either of them. I admit that I am biased but I always thought that Vera was the most beautiful, but both of them were stunning. My Vera has long blonde hair and cat-like green eyes. Her figure is ample every place that pleases the eyes and lithe and trim everywhere else. Silvia is raven haired with smoldering brown eyes. Although much has changed on earth over the last few centuries, one could still deduce that Silvia's forebears had been from the Far East. From previous encounters I knew that Silvia had a body just as fine as Vera's, only her breasts were a bit smaller. The four of us had known each other for a long time. We even shared the same apartment for a brief while. We were as close as four people could be. Vera and Sylvia had common interests as did Lenny and I. If only our requests to start a family would be approved at that same time by a government flunky, things would be ideal. We had planned a two week visit to Rigel Nine to enjoy the golden beaches and the warm waters. Rigel Nine was unspoiled and reminiscent of earth of many centuries ago. Not taking a liner meant we could land at one of the smaller, more remote spaceports and explore areas that rarely saw tourists. Our wives wanted to investigate the legendary shops, Lenny wanted to explore surfing options and I just wanted to soak of the rays of the giant blue sun. We were all in great spirits as Lenny slid his ship into trans light space. Everything was going swimmingly until the warning lights and sirens went on. Hastily, Lenny brought his craft into regular space. The warning lights indicated that the quantum infuser was about to go bust. "Damn that garage!" spat Lenny. "I specifically told them to overhaul the infuser." "What happens now?" Vera asked nervously. "The computer will tell us in less than a minute. Fortunately quantum infusers are very common and relatively cheap. With any luck our arrival at Rigel Nine will be delayed for only an earth day or two." Lenny entered commands into the main computer, "Now to find the nearest spaceport. We can risk only a single jump. I think I speak for all of us when I say that we do not want to be trapped in trans light space for an eternity." A moment later Lenny let loose with "Oh, Shit!" "What's the problem?" Silvia, Vera, and I asked almost as one. "The ONLY spaceport we have any chance of reaching safely is on Cygnus Five!" "So?" I replied. "Not up on your space anthropology are you Kent? Cygnus Five was settled by the Stag Warrior Caste a LONG time ago." Lenny's words dislodged and old memory. While I usually slept through history class, everyone knows about the Stag Warriors. Patriarchal to levels that would be comical if they were not so deadly, their caste had very nearly enslaved earth in its last truly global war. Every schoolchild is familiar with Field Marshal Breton's rallying of the troops, her merciless pursuit of the enemy and the final battle of Shanghai, with nearly a billion casualties. In the end the Stag Warriors agreed to leave earth to find a home of their own among the stars. It was many centuries later that earth learned where its ancient foe had relocated. An uneasy peace now existed. It was believed that until fairly recently, the Stag Warriors had been so busy squabbling amongst themselves to be a threat to other worlds. It was thought that that situation was now chaining. I tried to put a positive spin on things, "Certainly after so many centuries, the Stag Warriors have to have mellowed. If they were still as bloodthirsty today as they were then, there would be exactly ONE pissed off warrior on the entire planet!" After a moment, Lenny stated, "The fact that they have a spaceport, a small one, but a spaceport nonetheless, indicates that there has to be someone on that rock who grasps advanced quantum mechanics. Whether they have mellowed or not we will find out for ourselves." Then Lenny turned and faced Vera and Silvia, "Ladies, to call the Stag Warriors 'male chauvinist pigs' does not even begin to describe their radical patriarchal beliefs. If I could land ANYWHERE else I would, but whatever happens, Kent and I will do our best to keep the two of you safe." For the first time, our wives seemed to understand the gravity of the situation. I saw fear, concern, and at last resolve dart across their features. I placed my hand in Vera's, gave her a firm squeeze and then set to the task of stowing all of the loose gear. Before too much more time had passed, a harsh male voice came over the radio. "Unauthorized vehicle, state your intentions for requesting a landing on Cygnus Five." "We are a private craft our quantum infuser is on the point of failure. We request permission to land and make repairs." The voice became a face as the Cygnus Five landing officer's face filled the computer monitors. He was a huge human being, the microphone a few centimeters from his mouth seemed almost comically small. Through the monitor his eyes passed over Lenny and myself, they widened when he noticed Vera and Silvia. "If you have hard currency, we are equipped to service you. Current turn around for such a repair is three earth days. We only have three mechanics currently on staff and you just stretched them all the thinner. Here is your landing vector." I clutched the stack of currency inside my shirt pocket. We would have a lot less money to enjoy ourselves when we finally DID get to Rigel Nine. The dark of space turned into the blazing fire of reentry before we landed in a very typical small spaceport. The spaceport seemed to have been plopped down in the middle of a vast forest. Trees appeared at every edge of the roughly circular spaceport. Then we saw the cops and their very large guns. "Exit the vehicle with you hands up!" As non-threateningly as possible, the four of us exited the space ship. The sky was an amazing shade of violet and the sun had just dipped below the horizon, leaving a vivid pink sunset as a reminder of its presence. The cops were all huge. Each seemed almost two meters tall. They wore their hair long and their uniforms were cut to display every bit of their heavily muscled physiques. Intimidating does not begin to describe them. Lenny spoke for both of us. "Officer, we mean no trouble. We are not smugglers, this is an emergency repair only. We will abide by the rules of this planet while we are here." "Damn right you will." spat the officer whose insignia indicated that he was in charge. "What is your relationship with these females?" I did not like the way he was eying Vera and Sylvia. I was very glad that they were, at least somewhat, demurely dressed. "The dark haired one is my wife. The blonde is married to my friend here." As soon as Lenny finished speaking those words every cop broke out in laughter as though my friend had just uttered the funniest joke in the world. "Marriage is a weakness not recognized on this planet. In the eyes of the law of this planet they are unclaimed property. As unclaimed property they will go into custody. If no one challenges you for possession, you can reclaim them before you leave." "Now see here!" began Vera. "Silence woman!" The officer had his men fix their weapons on Lenny and myself and he strode over to Vera and Sylvia. "Listen women, your kind are property on this world. Since we do not recognize concepts like 'marriage' or any other off world legal bond between the sexes, it is best for you to listen and obey your betters. Here, men earn their women, and women know their place. In simple terms, the two of you are unclaimed property, and are considered contraband. Either you let us take you into custody willingly and perhaps leave this world again or you can watch us kill the men you arrived with and you end up in custody anyway with no possibility of returning home." Lenny, Vera, Silvia and I exchanged panicked looks. "We will cooperate office." stated Silvia trying to hide the fear in her voice. "Very well." replied the main cop. "STRIP!" "What?" said Vera and Sylvia together. "On this planet only claimed women can wear any kind of clothing and as I already explained, you two are unclaimed property. Now Strip. To your skins, IMMEDIATELY!" Silvia and Vera stood numb, not sure if their ears were deceiving them. The cop got an impatient look upon his face, turned to his men and said, "Ready, aim..." The safety on every gun was retracted and the men aimed right for my own and Lenny's head. The cops holding the guns looked very eager for their commander to utter the next word. "No!" shouted Silvia. "Don't!' shouted Vera. Our wives hurried to rid themselves of their clothing as fast a humanly possible. The two had taken girlish delight in dressing in complementary outfits in the morning. Vera wore tight pink slacks with a black silk blouse opened enough for me to ogle the top of her fantastic tits. Silvia wore black slacks with a pink top, Silvia's blouse was tighter, clinging to her smaller bust in a most fetching manner. Both wore white travel slippers. Underneath the two wore the same cut of frilly underthings. Complementary dressing was a game they had enjoyed since they were small children. Neither Vera nor Sylvia would dream of getting dressed without knowing what their best friend would wear. Almost immediately they were naked and shivering in the twilight. Now I had seen Silvia in a bikini and even topless on occasion but never before had I seen her ebony thatched box. I was sure that Lenny was as entranced by the appearance of my Vera's luscious blonde pussy. I could not help but notice that all of the officers were just as enraptured by the view. On earth my wife and Lenny's were considered very beautiful. I wondered how they compared to the enslaved women of this world. Judging by the expressions of the officers, both women were desirable on this world as well. "That's more like it. Officers Meda, Frees. secure the contraband." Frozen in place by the weapons aimed at us Lenny and I watched helpless as our wives necks were locked in collars and their wrists and ankles placed in fetters and their knees linked with a short chain. I never felt more powerless than when I watched as the two gorillas tossed our wives over their shoulders and began walking towards a squad car. The lead cop then printed something out on his portable. "Here is a receipt for your contraband. It shows that you arrived with two females you will need it to make your initial claim on them when they go up for bid.. Contraband is taken to the communal lock up. After they are processed and assessed they go up on the bidding block. If no one makes a counter claim they are yours to keep. If someone takes a shine to them, and I can see that many men will, you have to defeat the final challenger for them that emerges in combat. If you win, they become claimed property and, again you can take them home. If you lose combat, you lose the woman. You DID say that you would follow our laws?" The cop smirked at us, almost daring us to lash out in anger so that he could order his men to fill us full of holes. Instead, Lenny calmly reached out and took the receipt. Clearly dissapointed, the cop ordered his men to holster their weapons. "I will send a mechanic to talk to you now. Once he is finished with you, the two of you can call a taxi to take you to the Alhambra. It is the ONLY hotel on this planet where off worlders may stay. It is near the public square where the communal lock up and the bidding blocks are. If you a lucky you might catch a glimpse of your "wives" from your window." The cop then exchanged another laugh with his men and then summoned the mechanic. As the cops beat a retreat, Lenny tried to maintain a businesslike tone as he discussed the mechanical situation. The grease monkey was not quite as large as the cops and seemed to have a more intelligent face. "I have the part in storage. It will take a few hours to track it down. You are lucky I was able to complete my last job with no problems. Turn around time is about fifty hours. I'll get right on it." Fortunately, the price he quoted us was not as onerous as I expected. By agreement, I gave him half of the money up front and agreed to pay the second half when the job was complete. With nothing else to do we secured Lenny's vehicle and summoned a taxi. While awaiting our ride, Lenny and I gathered up our wives' cast off clothing. Carefully we folded the slacks and blouses. When i was sure that Lenny was not watching I allowed myself to take a deep sniff of Vera's panties. I wanted to emblazon the scent permanently in my memory. We locked what we would not need in the storage bin. The quiet between Lenny and myself was downright eerie. But really, what could we have said to each other? I looked at Lenny. He was taller and broader than myself and was adept at several martial arts. I had never applied myself to the karate lessons I took as a kid. I did all my fighting on computer simulations. Battling pixels and plasma foes, was no help to me now. I was still tall and gawky without much muscle mass. Despite this, I vowed that I would not leave this planet without my beloved Vera. If I had to kill a dozen of the cave men that occupied this planet, I would gladly stake each one in the heart. I would do what ever I needed to to get Vera back. The small city that the taxi drove through was something of a surprise. It was full of green spaces and the architecture was fairly modern. Like the spaceport it seemed to sprout out of the middle of the woodlands that seemed to cover every part of this planet. Despite the many buildings the place did not seem densely populated. When asked why our taxi driver gave us the details, "We Stag Warriors learned long ago, that when not marching off to battle, it is best if we live apart. Our capital, which you are currently in, is used primarily for ceremonial purposes. Mostly politicians and tradesmen live here. It fills up quite well in the morning when the fresh slaves hit the block. Most men on this planet tend small farms and hunt in the interior or fish off the coast. There is talk of reforming the army but we don't have the funds to build the space fleet we would need to invade anybody. I have to agree with some of the young firebrands, this planet has made us fat and lazy. If you ask me we should go back to earth and exact revenge. I know that day is coming but I will never live to see it. Oh, to be eighty years younger." I'm sure that our superannuated cabbie would have continued to prattle on but we reached our destination. The Alhambra was a large stark white building. Above the main door was a sign that read "Off Worlders Only" Lenny and I grabbed our bags, and headed for the front desk. The clerk behind the desk sported the same cave man chic of every native of this planet we had encountered. Like desk clerks in every other part of the universe he was polite and well mannered. "How long will you men be staying?" he asked. I decided to let Lenny do the talking, he did not seem to draw the same contemptuous stares that I did. "We had to set down for emergency repairs to our spaceship. The mechanic told me that it will take fifty hours to repair so I don't imagine that we will be staying longer than three days maximum." "Very good, Sir. Your money is good here. This is the pass card to your room. Why don't you visit the bar and unwind? Tomorrow is market day for slaves, a lot of off worlders find that fascinating. I'm sure that you don't want to buy or fight since your stay is so short. If you would like female companionship however, that chart on the wall gives you contact numbers and fees. Rentals tend to be older and not as attractive as keepers but in the dark, all cats are gray." With that the clerk winked at us and left us to our own devices. Both of us could use a stiff one after the day we had so, after leaving our bags in our surprisingly large room, we hit the bar. It was not quite as loud as I expected but the decor was certainly garish. Stuffed animal heads lined the walls. Old fashioned neon lights made several circuits of the room. On the stage behind the bar three very beautiful naked and collared women gyrated to the ancient music. I could not help but stare. The trio consisted of two statuesque brunettes and a shorter redhead. They were very trim and in exquisite shape. I noted that their pubic hair had been almost entirely removed, a narrow ribbon remained, offering proof that the hair on their heads was natural. A tip jar sat at the edge of the stage with a "friendly" notice in several languages that tipping was mandatory and what denomination of bills were permitted. I withdrew some bills from my dwindling supply of cash and donated for Lenny and myself. We ordered whiskey and settled in to discuss a plan of action for the morning. While we were talking, a short, thick man with an earth accent interrupted us. "Pardon the intrusion men, but I could not help but overhear your predicament. You two are up against it." The man introduced himself as Joel Reston, a writer for a man's magazine that was had lots of readers on earth and several other planets. I recalled that I had the current issue on my e-reader back home. "I've been covering this planet for a story we are publishing in a few months. My editor wanted me to find out if the rumors that the Stag Warriors are on the verge of planetary invasion. I'm happy to say that that is not the case. They are at least several decades from leaving this rock. It is fortunate that they wasted several centuries fighting amongst themselves before they finally got their shit together. However, this is still a very dangerous world. Do you know what they do with off world women when they get a hold of them?" "We have a very good idea." I replied. "Off world women are highly prized. Stag Warriors delight in 'breaking them' and 'training them to 'crave the collar and cock' of their owner!' I've been to the slave auctions Its about as retrogressive as you can imagine. To call the men of this planet cave men is to insult Neanderthals." after a moment of silence, Joel looked at us soberly and asked, "How are you men at fighting?" "I'm not bad," replied Lenny honestly. "In college I won an intercollegiate championship in mixed martial arts and I've tried to keep sharp ever sine. My friend, Kent here, however can not say the same." "Oh, that's bad. There is ALWAYS a battle for off world women, especially earth women." "I'll fight King Kong if I have to," I replied. "I'm not leaving without Vera." "You are a brave man, I will say that," replied Joel, "however you are also quite naive. Right now your wives are being prepared for market. If they have any jewelry it will be confiscated. Their pubic hair will be trimmed to confirm to planetary style. They will be examined head to toe and bathed and made to rest so that they look fresh when they hit the blocks. Women on this planet are assessed like sides of beef used to be a thousand years ago on earth. I assume that your wives are young and good looking?" Cygnus Five Lenny flashed a group photo of the four of us from a previous beach trip on his portable. Silvia and Vera were in matching bikinis. "That's bad.' said Joel as he whistled softly."These two will set off a battle royal. Stag Warriors only respect strength and aggression. Men will get very bloody for the right to bed your wives. I hate to ask this but have you men considered leaving without them?" "No!" Lenny and I said right after each other with equal vehemence. Joel stared at us and said. "You may have to. I hope that you understand that. Every planet fears the Stag Warriors. Think the Fellowship of Planets is going to intervene? Guess again. All the Stag Warriors have to do is threaten to invade Fellowship Prime and every diplomat on that planet will wet himself. It is nearly impossible to find a citizen of any inhabited world who did have ancestors killed by the Stag Warriors. The various planetary systems simply do NOT forget over a billion deaths. The last thing any politician is going to do is stick his hand in the scorpion nest that is Cygnus Five. If that means writing off a citizen or two or a thousand citizens for that matter. It is a small price to pay." Lenny and I sipped our drinks nervously and stared at Joel while we contemplated his words. After a long silence, Joel rose from his seat and said, "If you boys are serious. I suggest you get a good night's sleep. The slave market opens mid-morning. I WOULD write about your upcoming adventure but I fear that I already know the ending and my editor detests it when I turn in downbeat endings." With that Joel excused himself and Lenny and I, very disheartened, had a second drink in total silence and then left the bar for our room. I turned to Lenny and poured out my heart. "We CAN'T let the girls be manhandled and raped by the thugs on this planet!" "I agree with you Kent but there is very little we can do about it until tomorrow. The men on this planet may be large but I am a skilled fighter. If the man I have to fight for Silvia is a simple brawler I have more than a decent chance to 'win' her. But what are you going to do Kent?" "Maybe you could fight for Vera as well?" "Look Kent I love you like a brother but there is a limit to my abilities. I MIGHT be able to take out one of those gorillas IF I get lucky, but two? I'm not fucking Superman!" "But Lenny!" "Kent your best strategy is to trail whoever bests you for Vera and liberate her when he is asleep or drunk. I have an extra space phone in my luggage. You can use it to call me when you free Vera. Then the two of you should lie low for a few days and I'll sneak under the planetary defense system and pick the two of you up." Lenny wore the most sincere expression I had ever seen. "I MIGHT win." I replied "Yeah, and the speed of light MIGHT be repealed! Look Kent, you can't out fight the dullards on this planet but you CAN out think them. You'll get Vera back, not soon enough to prevent ... but you WILL get her back. We can speed back to earth and will never have to think about this unpleasant detour ever again." My eyes teared up and my voice caught in my throat but Lenny continued to talk to me calmly, reasonably, friend to friend. At last I saw the wisdom of his words. "I'm really scared, Lenny." "So am I pal, so am I. The best thing for us is to get some rest and save our energy for tomorrow. What ever happens I will be right beside you." The two of us ordered dinner and ate in silence. The food was very good. Halfway through my burger, I realized that the meat had not come from a synthesizer. Nothing could have demonstrated more just how barbarous this planet actually was. Before turning in Lenny and I opened the window in our room and gazed at the darkened communal lockup. We could just make out the outline of a hooded man with a whip in his hand. When we heard the cries of several women we closed the window and dropped the blind. I have never had a more troubled and difficult night of sleep. Lenny slept better than I did. While I had come to loathe Cygnus Five, I have to say its sunrises were quite marvelous. The astounding pink sky gave way to a purple dawn. Under any other circumstances I would have found the place amazingly beautiful. From the time Lenny awoke he began to psych himself up. I had not seen him so focused since he stopped fighting competitively. I tried to prepare myself as best I could. All too soon it was time for us to leave. Lenny and I walked up to the enormous cage and presented our receipt. "Oh so you two were with the earth women? The brunette is scheduled for the fifth sale and the blonde is scheduled to hit the rack for the seventh sale." The large ugly man then looked at each of us in turn. "Those two will be in high demand. Are you prepared to fight if necessary?" "Lenny and I said"Yes." The shaggy warrior looked at Lenny soberly but almost laughed when he focused on me. "OK. When the time comes, you will be summoned to defend them." In a way, Lenny and I were please that there would be women sold ahead of our wives. It gave Lenny and I a chance to get the lay of the land, as it were. The plaza in front of the communal cage was teeming with men. All of them were at least a head taller than myself. They wore tight pants of some dark material I could not identify and open leather vests that exposed their muscular arms and chests. I felt extremely inadequate. A series of chimes resounded over the plaza and a man stepped forward. That he was an official of some kind was obvious by his dress. "Good morning, warriors!" "Good morning, Sir" the crowd shouted back. The man continued, "I'm sure most of you know the rules but at every one of these events is someone's first. As each woman is brought forward, if there is no claim against her, any man may bid on her. If there are competing bids, final dispensation of the woman is resolved by conflict. If there is a prior claim on the woman, those with conflicting bids upon her will fight until there is one challenger. Challenger and claimant will then fight for final dispensation of the female. As always gentlemen, best of luck to you." I watched slack jawed as the first woman was brought forward. I did not know what to expect but I certainly had not pictured the vista before me now. A beautiful woman with long light brown hair and huge tits was drawn forward on a padded metal frame by two hooded, shirtless men. The woman was naked and tied spread eagle to the frame. The masked men then rotated the frame, exposing the woman from all angles. Her tear filled eyes seemed enormously sad as every eye drank in her loveliness. All that remained of her pubic hair was the thin band like those on the dancers Lenny and I had seen at the hotel bar. My mind filled with sudden range as I thought about some strange man shaving Vera's pussy. I wanted to hold onto that rage. I knew that I would need it. While we were watching those proceedings were were surprised by the appearance of the reporter Joel. "I'm glad I caught up with you." he said "Even though I know how this will end I just have to see it unfold. It will make a great anecdote for my story." At first Lenny and I were pissed at Joel's arrival but as he had witnessed several of these events he began to fill us in on the subtleties of what we were watching. "The Stag Warriors see these events as a substitute for war. It keeps the men sharp and prepares them for conflict. It is a needed safety valve on a planet of hot-headed, musclebound, aggressive ..." Joel fell silent, looked around quickly and finished with "assholes!" just above a whisper. As it transpired, there was no claimant for this woman so various bids were yelled out by the crowd. Lenny and I quickly deduced that outbidding each other wasn't necessarily the goal. The men bid each other up to a level that seemed right for the "merchandise" until there were between six and eight competitors at the same price level. In a sawdust circle off to one side, the competing claimants drew lots to see who would challenge who. Then they went at each other with their fists, feet and large wooden dowels provided by a referee. The fighting was beyond brutal. I was terrified. Lenny seemed taken aback as well and I have seen Lenny break limbs during tournaments. Aside from the brutality, the other big surprise of the combat was how quickly most matches were decided. Most of the men were so skilled that they could vanquish an opponent with lightning speed if their opponent made even a slight mistake. Lenny was busily noting the fighting styles. I began to wonder if I would even live to see tomorrow. In short order there was a single victor. The guy was as large and as any of his opponents but he was much faster. The referee retrieved the wooden dowel, handed the victor a collar and a brief red robe. The woman was freed from her restraints and immediately collared. She threw herself at the feet of her "'owner" and then stood while he draped the robe over her nude form. The crowd cheered and parted for the man as he led off his prize. For the briefest of moments the woman became Vera in my mind and I struggled to gain control of myself. The next two sales progressed in much the same manner. Four the fourth sale there was a prior claimant. He was an older guy who still seemed to be a tough customer. The woman he held claim on was bit pudgy but still sexy. The crowd gave her an appreciative roar. Five counter-claimants emerged from the crowd and squared off. Lenny and I quickly realized that having a prior claim on a female was a tremendous advantage. After battling four other men the last man standing was beaten and weak from his conflict. In what was the longest battle so far, the older guy kept advancing but could not strike a disabling blow. The counter-claimant was severely battered but too tough to go down. Finally the older guy managed to force his younger challenger to the ground and knocked him senseless with his stick. The appreciative roar he received from the crowd was positively deafening. When Sylvia appeared upon the frame, blind panic was in her eyes. I gazed up at my best friend's wife and felt positively dirty as I eyed her nearly naked sex, fantastic legs and ass and very nice chest. I realized that I had known Sylvia for a long time and had not really appreciated just how beautiful she is. I took a closer look and realized that her wedding and engagement rings were missing as were the gold hoops she never eft the house without, somehow that made her seem even more naked. Her eyes brightened when she spied Lenny striding up to the claimant's spot. He looked up at Sylvia and mouthed "I love you." before putting on his war face. Sylvia attracted many bids. I could tell just by the tenor of the crowd that the Stag warriors were not overly impressed with Lenny. Joel confirmed this when he said in my ear. "Off worlders have a lousy reputation on this planet. That could play to your friend's advantage." Sylvia watched horrified as the eight counter claimants to her began to battle for the right to "own" her. She must have been briefed as to the proceedings because she obviously understood exactly what was going on. Faster than I expected. Lenny was removing his shirt and preparing to battle for the right to keep his wife. The man he faced was wider than Lenny but he had been badly beaten by his previous opponents. There was a nasty gash on his head that sent a constant rivulet of blood into his eyes. Despite his considerable skills, Lenny took a pounding. As the battle raged both men bled on each other. I could not believe that Lenny was standing after some of the blows to the head he took. Silvia screamed encouragement after encouragement and Lenny at last drove his dowel into the patella of his foe. The bigger man went down and Lenny clubbed him on the skull until his eyes closed for good. Instead of cheers, Lenny received a stunned silence. I realized the terrible cost to my friend when it became clear that he was barely coherent. Still, he defiantly slid the proffered collar around Sylvia's neck and draped her in the short red robe. Never have I seen a kiss as appreciative as the one Sylvia graced Lenny with. Sylvia helped Lenny stagger to a bench where he collapsed. So much for my plans to have Lenny win Vera for me. I was all alone on an alien world with my chances standing somewhere between zero and minus one. Even though I was prepared for it, the arrival of my very frightened and very naked wife was still a shock. When I took my place at the claimant's spot the crowd howled with riotous laughter. I gazed up at Vera. I wanted to remember every detail. Her large green eyes registered fear but also love for me. I saw her being rotated before the crowd and remembered how often I had stroked her fantastic ass. I looked at her nearly bald pussy and remembered how sweet it tasted. I gazed at her fantastic legs and recalled how fine they looked in sheer black nylon. I saw the lighter flesh on the third finger of her left hand where her rings used to reside and I thought to myself, "It can't end this way." Vera set off the biggest bidding war yet. Apparently blondes are a rare commodity on Cygnus Five. A grand total of ten very determined, very large men had all bid an outrageous price for my wife. As claimant I didn't have to bid on Vera myself, I just had to win her. "Yeah," I thought to myself "I just have to win her." as though I were proposing something very simple to myself. The large number of bidders meant that whoever faced me would be quite pummeled. A faint hope illuminated my soul. The men fought hard for Vera, these were the bloodiest matches yet. I hoped that all of them would batter each other so severely that a neophyte like myself could bring them down. While focusing on this fantasy I must have briefly zoned out because suddenly the referee was handing me my wooden stick. To describe my opponent as large would be an understatement. I gazed up his heavily bruised torso to focus on his harsh face. I suppose under ordinary circumstances some would find him attractive but all he did was terrify me. His shaggy brown hair sat over piercing black eyes and a nose that had been broken several times and was still issuing blood. His jaw was wide and he wore a vicious snarl. The referee signaled for us to start. Somehow or other, I got my staff up in time to parry his first strike. Then I heard Vera's scream, felt a massive thud, saw fireflies, and the world disappeared. I came to back on my bed in the hotel. Sylvia's lovely face wore a look of concern as she stared down at me. She still had the collar around her neck but now she was wearing one of Lenny's dress shirts. "Thank goodness, you're awake, Kent, you've been out for hours!" "Vera?" "You lost, Kent." I was surprised to hear the voice of the journalist, Joel. He was sitting on the other bed in the room. Lying next to him, his head swathed in bandages, was Lenny, who moaned softly and said, "Welcome back to the land of the living, pal. If you can call this living." I made a move to sit up but Sylvia pushed me down gently. "We have to find Vera!" I croaked. "Listen, Kent," said Sylvia soothingly, "Neither you nor my Lenny are in any kind of shape to track her down just now. Besides you need a plan or you will just get yourself killed." "But that gorilla, he's going to..." I spat in reply "Vera is an intelligent girl. She will do whatever she needs to survive." stated Sylvia matter of factually. "How can you be so calm about this?" I asked incredulously. "Kent, Vera and I had a very long talk last night in that horrid prison. We promised each other that if only one of us escaped that we were to take good care of both you and Lenny. The guards were VERY thorough in detailing what would happen to us if we were sold. No, that does NOT mean that it is any easier for Vera, wherever she is, but her main concern was for you." I stared numbly at Sylvia and my mouth opened and closed a few times, like that of a fish out of water. "I've got bead on the man who has Vera," began Joel. "He is a real tough character named Kellen Schwartz. He is a Captain in the reserves and a dairy farmer. His place is located about twenty kilometers west of the capital. He has a few neighbors but he prefers isolation. He has a very nasty reputation and is said to go through slaves like water. I sincerely hope your wife can handle herself around him. He's the type who prefers the lash to the gentle stroke." "Oh my God!" I said in abject horror. "Shut up, Kent!" yelled Lenny. "Panicking yourself helps no one, least of all Vera. Your best hope is the plan we spoke of earlier. You are a smart guy Kent, and you have to call on all of your resources. Joel and I have worked out a plan. Unfortunately, all we can offer you is the plan." Lenny sat up, moaned, stared down at me, and continued "Sylvia and I are leaving just as soon as my ship is repaired. I have made myself a persona non grata by defeating a local at their own game. It was rather starkly explained to me that if I stayed even three hours after the repairs on my ship are completed, the police will put a bounty on my head and Sylvia ends up back where she was. Obviously, I can not allow that to happen. Now here is the plan ..." I listened to the plan twice. It was not overly complicated. Joel could get me to within two kilometers of he farm were Vera was being kept. From there I could walk. It was rumored that Schwartz liked to tie one on, especially in the first few days after he had won a new slave. Weapons were relatively easy to find on a planet of warriors. Simply enter his house while he was drunk or distracted, blow his brains out and send an SOS to Lenny. Lenny would risk the rescue so long as Sylvia was safe. I thought that a thousand things could go wrong, but I wanted Vera back, no matter what she had been through. Killing a bastard like Schwartz would be a pleasure. I wanted to go charging after Vera immediately but, Joel and Lenny patiently explained to me that instituting the rescue plan would take at least a few days of preparation. I thought again of my sweet Vera at the beck and call of the odious pig that was Kellen Schwartz and my emotions seethed. I knew exactly what Schwartz would make her do. The thought of him repeatedly using her sweet, supple body caused something deep inside me to shatter and I broke down in tears. Sylvia held me while I cried. Her nearness, the firmness of her breasts under Lenny's shirt and the gentle strokes of her fingers through my hair reminded me of all of the wonderful times Vera and I had shared in the past. In Sylvia's embrace I also sought a promise of a future where I was reunited with the only woman I had ever loved. Sylvia kissed me on the forehead and said, "Hold on to your love for Vera. That will see you through every obstacle you encounter. I have faith in you, Kent and I KNOW that Vera does as well." About two the next afternoon, the four of us were at the spaceport. Sylvia was once again clad in her skimpy red robe. Owned slaves could wear clothes but nothing in public that hid their body from inspection. I felt sorry for my friend's wife as the steady breeze kept forcing open the garment, exposing her fine body and succulent pussy to the eyes of every passer by. Several cops arrived at the spaceport to ensure that Lenny left. They stared at Sylvia with naked lust. I realized that it was best that Lenny not tarry in getting her home. Lenny made sure that the quantum infuser was functioning properly before we paid the mechanic the rest of his fee. My best friend gave me as much money as he could spare. I also collected various valuables that could be pawned and converted to cash. There was so much to say that Lenny and I ended up saying almost nothing to each other. Less than an hour after our arrival at the spaceport, Joel and I watched the smart, shiny ship vanish into the stratosphere. Cygnus Five The lead cop stared at me incredulously and asked "Why didn't you leave with your friend?" I returned his gaze and decided on complete honesty for my answer. "I am going to hunt down and murder the bastard who has enslaved my wife, free her, and take her home." The policeman stared some more, eyed me head to toe and laughed uproariously, "Sure you are, sport. Have fun giant hunting, little man." Joel thought that my honest answer was sufficiently disarming that the cops would leave me alone for a few days. It was as though I had told them that I intended to bring down a T-Rex with a pea shooter. The rest of the day Joel and I wandered far from the hotel to find the kind of discreet pawn shops we needed. In the third one we visited, I was able to procure, a small but sufficiently lethal weapon. After purchasing ammunition and sundries, I had almost no money left. It took two more very long days before Joel could secure a sky cycle for our trip to the outskirts of Schwartz's farm. During the down time, Joel gave me one of his extra memo books and had me write down my story. "If you pull this off, Kent, you have the potential of an amazing bestseller about your adventures. I can put you in touch with a crackerjack editor and ghost writer." Writing down my story helped calm my nerves. Even so I was very constantly on edge. I knew that I needed steel resolve, I just could not seem to summon it. The sky cycle ride was only the third of my life. I preferred being a passenger to being a driver. The one and only time I had tried my hand at operating one, I had broken four bones. Joel however was an old hand at driving one. My respect for my new found friend was considerable as he dropped me off, unnoticed, a few hours before sunset, in the midst of the dense forest. The woods were very dense and I had to rely entirely upon my GPS to guide my steps. Like curtains parting the cleared hectometers of Schwartz's farm emerged from the leafy greenery. I coated my body with a substance I had purchased which would make my scent invisible to dogs. Went over my checklist and made sure that there were several rounds in the chamber of my gun and tried to be as stealthy as I could. It helped that darkness was beginning to fall. Schwartz's modest house was located atop a hill. Nearby were several barns and an industrial facility. I wondered if that was the place where Schwartz manufactured his cheese. I thought about my ancient forebears who had been farmers. The mechanization I saw before me would have staggered them. There was practically nothing for Schwartz to do. The cows wore minding collars and could take care of themselves. The cheese plant was automated and the buildings self painting. Aside from replacing the occasional spare part or culling his herd from time to time Schwartz need not leave his living room. Suddenly I realized that meant Schwartz had lots of spare time for amorous pursuits! With renewed resolve I steadily progressed to the house. My clothing sensed the environment around me and matched it. Ancient armies would have killed for the chameleon like clothing I was wearing. I lost track of how many hours it took me but at last I was under a lighted window of the house. I rose up from my knees and peered in. My heart felt as though it had fallen from orbit at what I witnessed. Vera still wore her collar. There were now gold studs in her nipples and she was clad in skimpy black lace as she squatted on the floor while the naked Schwartz sat in a chair. Vera's lovely blonde head was bobbing up and down as she preformed fellatio on her "'owner's" massive cock. I stared open mouthed as I watch a broad smile cross Schwartz's face as he grunted with pleasure. He held Vera's face fast until it was clear that she had swallowed every drop before the big man swept my wife up onto his lap and said, "That's more like it, Blondie. All I had to do was slap some of the vinegar out of you. Now what should I be hearing?'' Vera swallowed hard gazed into Schwartz's black eyes and replied, "Thank you for your cum, Master." "Very good, Blondie." and then he kissed my wife deeply. With dread I realized that a wonderful chance to act had passed. With Vera in Schwartz's lap I dare not take a shot at him, lest I accidentally hit my wife. I had allowed the sight of Vera pleasuring my enemy to distract me. Had I preformed as I should have, I could have killed the bastard while my wife was safely on the floor. I kept my eyes open for another opportunity. What I beheld instead was a nightmare. Schwartz's recuperative powers were astounding, in no time his massive tool recharge and he began to fuck my wife. I stared mesmerized as her beautiful ass bounced up and down while she straddled his legs as they sat in the large chair. I heard Vera begin panting as she often did when I took her. She even shouted my name once, drawing a firm slap against her backside as a consequence. My wife's enslaver seemed to have staying power that matched his physical attributes, as he lasted for a phenomenally long time before I hear him exult in pleasure as he pumped man juice into my wife's secret place. "You're so nice and tight Blondie, loosening you up will be a blast." raved Schwartz as Vera collapsed, spent into his muscled arms and broad chest. "Thank you, Master" replied Vera breathlessly. Her response did not seem as forced from her as her earlier expression of gratitude had been. I was contemplating the significance of Vera's response when I heard the first barking dog. With dread I realized that time limit for the effectiveness of the dog masking substance had passed. I reached for the applicator but I was too late, another dog caught wind of me. Completely in a panic I froze. Inside the house, Schwartz fastened Vera's collar to a hook in the ceiling and set out to investigate. The scent masker was completely useless now, the dogs sounded very big and much closer. I hefted my gun but was unsure wether to aim it at the dogs or Schwartz. The pain in my hand was sudden and caused me to drop my weapon. Schwartz's evil face loomed over me. In one hand he held a mammoth pistol in the other, the club he had used to swat the gun out of my hand. He was still naked but still seemed incredibly intimidating. "Freeze, Scumbag!" he spat. I raised my hands and Schwartz called off his dogs. "What is your purpose here, runt?" he inquired with menace in his voice. I remained mute while he marched me into his living room. I saw Vera tethered in place, looking incredibly sad. "Strip runt, NOW!" said Schwartz as he leveled his weapon at me. What choice did I have. As i started undressing, Vera cried, "Oh my god, its Kent! Oh, Honey!" Kelland Schwartz stared at Vera and them myself. "You know this shit, Blondie?" Vera nodded and said, "He's my husband! He's my husband!" Schwartz took a long look at me and said, "Well, I'll be damned. Its the twig I bested to win you. Easiest battle of my life." By now I was naked. I tried to hide myself with my hands. In his presence every part of me felt small. "Hands over your head. What are you doing here. Speak or eat a bullet." Feeling like the history's most titanic failure, I spilled my the history of my plan right up to my capture. My huge opponent threw back his head in a giant roar of mirth. "A twig like you could never do a warrior's job. The fact that I am still alive demonstrates how worthless you really are. However, you may actually be a blessing to me. Blondie will be much easier to train if she is worried about something happening to you. Putting the screws to you could take weeks off of Blondie's training. Congratulations loser, you just made your former wife a much better and more enthusiastic slave for ME!" I had felt terrible before, but Schwartz's last works made realize that hell is not always a figurative expression. He held the gun on me while he navigated over to a chest in one corner of the room. "Like a good soldier, I am prepared for virtually any eventuality." his huge hand extracted some objects. Then, moving like a panther, Schwartz rushed across the room and pinned me to the floor. I felt a tightness about my neck and realized that I had been placed in a collar. Schwartz then punched me in the gut and knocked the wind out of me. While I was struggling for breath I felt his hands slide something over my cock. It took me quite awhile for my breathing to return to normal. I gingerly rose to my feet. Immediately my hands tugged at the collar and found it immovable. The tightness on my crotch turned out to be a metal cage imprisoning my manhood. "That's more like it. Now you are the eunuch fate has destined you to be." Schwartz paused for effect and then addressed Vera. "Here is how it goes, Blondie. So long as you are enthusiastic, adventurous and extremely grateful every time I fuck you, the twig here can stay with us and watch me take you. If you keep me in a good mood, I will allow him to be fed and for you to spend some time with him. Cop an attitude and I'll have him shipped to Port Noir, where the men who like to lie with men live. I'm sure those guys would pay a nice sum for a thin little boy toy like him. If I ship him out I return to using the whip and thumbscrews on you. Is that clear, Blondie?" Vera nodded vigorously and said "Yes. Master." "Very good, slave." replied Schwartz The huge warrior performed an inventory of my clothing and possessions. He thought the notebook was hilarious and allowed me to keep it, everything else was burned in the fireplace or set aside to be pawned or sold. Schwartz escorted me to the bathroom where I discovered that I now had to sit to piss, a fact that my foe enjoyed considerably. Holding my collar tight, he escorted me into his large bedroom with its enormous bed. Within sight of the bed was a frame similar to the ones to which Vera and Sylvia had been lashed. The fact that Schwartz owned this object filled me with disgust. I was even more disgusted once I was strapped to the frame. For several tense minuets I waited. Vera entered the room a few steps ahead of her enslaver. The skimpy lace wasnow absent. As always I was simultaneously astonished and aroused by her naked form. She had obviously been told to not look at me because she did not even glance in my direction. The heavily muscled Schwartz strode in right behind my wife. (No matter what happens I will ALWAYS think of her as such.) Schwartz pulled Vera down onto the bed and announced, "Now, Blondie. beg me to fuck you until I make you come. Please me and I will only take your ass once before I allow you to sleep. Remember, lots of passion and enthusiasm." I truly wished that I was dead as I heard Vera mouth sincere sounding pleas for her Master to take her and make her a complete woman. In words I knew Schwartz had planted in her mind to humiliate me, my Vera praised her captor when he was finished, proclaiming him the best fuck she had ever experienced. I had watched, almost physically ill, as Schwartz's huge ugly butt rose and fell as he plowed my wife. Stunned, I recognized the sounds Vera made as identical to the ones she made back home in our own bed! I tried to tear myself from my bonds to seek a knife to slit my throat when I realized that my penis had become engorged and was filling its tiny cage. The fact that I had been aroused by this spectacle made me feel like the lowest slime in the universe. For the second time, Schwartz had made me cry. Watching him take Vera's ass, was in some ways much worse. On our honeymoon, Vera had presented me with her virgin rear entry. Anal for us had always been an event for very romantic and special occasions, something that we shared and delighted to give each other. Schwartz seemed to care only for his own needs. After Schwartz came deep inside Vera's anus, she thanked him profusely. In return he praised her, kissed her body gently all over and finally massaged her off to sleep. I could not believe that the ogre who know ruled both my life and Vera's possessed anything resembling a gentle side. It confused me greatly. Once Vera was sound asleep, Schwartz rose from the bed. With a knife in one hand he freed my limbs from the frame. The look of triumph in his eyes was as painful as staring into the sun from the surface of the planet Mercury. Without a word, the Stag Warrior led me to man sized cage and locked me in. He whistled softly to himself as he left the room.