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Enslaved on an Alien World

By: Wifetheif



The trip to Antares Four should have taken four weeks at translight speed. I was off to a new job on a new world. It would be first class engineering. My wife of two years accompanied me. I was still head over heels in love with her. She has long red hair, porcelain skin, and green eyes. Her figure is perfect and flawless. I would say that I am biased but she turned heads everywhere we went. 

Cabin space is at a premium in space liners so Sherry and I had to double up. The other couple in our cabin were Marcus and Fatima. All I could tell you about Fatima on our outbound trip was the color of her eyes, deep brown. She was veiled head to toe as was the custom on her home world. Like us they were on their way Antares Four where Marcus was going to take a teaching position.

Because of the closeness of the cabin the four of us got to know each other fairly well. I admired Marcus's intellect and Fatima's wit. Her voice was quite melodic and delightful. She was of average height and had lovely soft hands. Sherry told me that under the veils she was quite beautiful. On the first day we worked out a system. The women got ready for bed while we men were out of the cabin, waiting in the narrow main hallway of the liner. By the time Marcus and I reentered the cabin Fatima was safely ensconced behind the curtains of her and Marcus's berth. In the morning we men reversed the process until the women made themselves presentable and Fatima was safely hidden from view.

I asked Marcus and Fatima about their tradition. They were from Primus Nine which had been settled centuries ago by their forebears. The sect that had settled Primus Nine took many of its traditions from earth. The sect had been in steady decline on Earth so most of its adherents had migrated. Marcus explained that time had tempered the faith but that it still had some inviolate rules. One of which was the veiling of females once they reached age twelve. Marcus had never seen Fatima's face until their wedding night. 

"To tell you the truth," said Marcus. "I discovered that I had married the most beautiful woman in the world on my wedding night." 

Sherry thought that that was the sweetest thing she had ever heard.

I had to admit that I fantasied quite a bit at to what Fatima's snow white veils kept hidden. Only around other women could she doff her veils. I could tell that she was not fat as, from time to time, a shapely ankle in a sandaled foot came into view from beneath her robes. Once the liner had taken a sudden jolt and Fatima fell into the chair I was sitting in. She felt very light as I helped her back to her feet. The small shower stall could be used only once a week as a water conservation measure. When the women showered we men waited outside and the opposite happened when we men showered. I understood that Marcus and Fatima were a conservative couple and Sherry and I put up with it. However when we traveled we were use to letting things hang loose. Once on a trip from Orion to Earth the other couple, and Sherry and I, politely ignored the casual nudity that life upon liners often produced. But one adapted to one's circumstances.

A week before we were scheduled to make planet fall on Antares Four, the four of us were in our cabin sharing dinner. Liner life is not too bad. While you can only shower once a week, the food is plentiful. The cook is a gourmet who does wonders with reconstituted food. There is no real room to move around aside from your cabin and the small lounge. There is some exercise equipment in lounge but most folks only exercise before their showers so that they don't stink up the place. We kept the door to the cabin open, as we always did when we were not sleeping, to give the illusion of more space. 

I had just taken a bite of my synthetic shrimp when we heard the unmistakable sound of he ship dropping out of translight speed. The alarms and warnings all went on. I knew instantly that something was wrong. Wherever we were it was not Antares Four. We were in free fall for a few seconds and then natural gravity returned. Our meal trays clattered to the floor in a mess. We had made planetfall. We heard a commotion at the front of the liner then men and women in uniforms stormed out of the cockpit and into the common hallway. Instantly my heart sank I recognized the uniform as those of the Confederation, the alliance of pirates and slavers.

On monitors in our cabin we saw the hatchways open and armed soldiers appear at each, One who was clearly the leader strode to the fore and with a voice amplifier began issuing statements.

"Ladies and gentlemen there is no need for panic, as that will not do you any good or prevent what will happen to you. The pilots and crew of this star liner have defected to the Confederation. We are now on the planet Delta-Knox. I am afraid that you will not be traveling on to your desired destination. However the government of Delta-Knox has plenty of places for you. You will exit the liner as instructed and led by my soldiers. DO NOT bring your property with you. You will shortly be processed and assessed. Most of you will be sold within a few days. " 

A panicked buzz went up amongst the two hundred passengers. Delta-Knox was infamous as one of the home worlds of the Confederation. They honored no treaties, were heavily defended, and amazingly prosperous. The planet was a haven for all kinds of illicit activity. Piracy, counterfeiting, smuggling, drugs, kidnapping, Delta-Knox profited from them all. It also had a government that could best be described as fascist which possessed a smartly run, well armed military and space fleet. They also practiced slavery in forms not imagined for over nine centuries. 

Instinctively I wrapped my arm around Sherry. I saw Marcus do the same to Fatima on the opposite couch. Neither of us had weapons nor would they have helped us against the massive fire power entering the liner. I embraced Sherry and gave her a deep quick kiss. Since our cabin was near the front of the liner I knew that it would not be long before they came for us.

"What ever happens Sherry, remember always that I love you."

"I love you too, Sebastian. " She replied.

On the opposite couch, Fatima was weeping loudly into Marcus's shoulder. I felt an immediate sense of great pity for her. Then my mind filled with stories I had heard about what happens on Delta-Knox. None of it was good. Our captors would quickly determine from the boarding registry which passengers might be worth ransoming. Corporate big wigs, major investors, people of independent means would be taken aside and held until their ransoms were paid and they would be free to go. The Confederation were thieves but they had a peculiar kind of honor. 

As for myself and Marcus, neither of us was irreplaceable and neither of our employers could hope to come up with the ransom figure the Confederation would saddle us with. Even if they could they had no authority to bargain for our wives. I never felt more alone than I did at that moment. 

A few moments later armed soldiers appeared outside our cabin. They wore black uniforms with silver highlights the male sergeant wore a crew cut the female private a bob. Both looked to be in remarkable physical shape. Weapons were leveled at us.

"Hands over your heads!" Barked the sergeant. "You will leave in single file and will march as directed to the processing facility. Don't try anything stupid like heroics. You WILL regret it." I was first out of the cabin followed by Sherry and the still weeping Fatima. Marcus trailed.

As Fatima exited the cabin the female private said, "What have we here? A mummy? They will take great delight in unwrapping you sister."

That resulted in Marcus saying something to defend his wife's honor which resulted in his receiving a rifle butt blow to his head. The blow staggered him but, after a moment or two, Marcus fell into his place in line. We exited the space liner to discover the green sky of Delta-Knox, the planet's two suns were at full perigee. It was noon local time. The tarmac was hot under our feet as we marched towards a building at the edge of the space port. As we marched we passed our space liner pilot and crew. They were posing for pictures with a Confederation general. A sumptuous meal was spread out before them.

Rumor had it that the Confederation paid very well and provided unheard of perks to defecting liner crews. Apparently those rumors were true because there had been an upsurge in crew defections of late. It was especially a problem with younger crews. Pilots without roots and making less money than their established peers were more likely to risk defection. I did not believe it was that simple as our crew was mostly middle aged. 

As we neared the building, the line was divided by sex women to the right, men to the left. I watched as Sherry and Fatima marched to their side of the line. Some male soldiers focused on Fatima. "What are you hiding woman?" one of them yelled. Fatima just wept louder

"Check her out!" the other ordered. He leveled his gun at Fatima's forehead.

The first soldier unsheathed a knife and approached Fatima she tried to shrink back but a third soldier crept up behind her and held her fast.

The lines stopped marching. The Delta-Knoxians obviously wanted us all to watch and learn from this example.

The first soldier said, "Secrets are NOT permitted!" He bent at the knees and pulled Fatima's robes taught. Then he deftly sliced up the front of the garment. With one movement he also tore away the veils covering her face. 

The soldier holding Fatima loosed his grip just long enough for the white fabric to fall to the ground. Sherry had understated things when she said that Fatima was "quite beautiful" Fatima was a stunner as few women I had ever seen. Her skin had an olive complexion, her hair was long and black fastened in a plait that went most of the length of her back. Her legs and arms were long and shapely. Only the briefest of garments restrained her large breasts and veiled her sex. A few slices from the first soldier's knife and these were gone as well. I know I should have been focusing my thoughts on how appalling this situation was but I was really struck with the beauty of Fatima's breasts and pussy. 

"You will bring a fine price on the auction block." Stated the first soldier. Fatima and the line began moving forward again. When Fatima tried to hide herself the guards ordered her to keep he hands at her sides. I thought that of all the passengers this situation must have been most devastating to Fatima. Sherry said that on Fatima's world being unveiled before a man who was not your husband of father or brother was the greatest humiliation possible.

Escape was impossible, soldiers closely guarded us. I had no desire to get beaten or killed. Perhaps that makes me less of a man. Before long we entered the door for men in the building. At once my Irises were scanned. It would only take fractions of a second for the computer to spill out all of my data. 

"Welcome slave." Said an automated voice "Of course we know who you are but you lost your name and your freedom when you landed on Delta-Knox. You have no rights, nor are you permitted to own anything. A lucky few of you will be ransomed the rest will be fitted to a place that suits them by the benevolent Delta-Knox government."

I stepped into a stall as indicated. I noticed a female Lieutenant in front of me. She lowered a weapon and said simply, "Strip. Everything comes off including jewelry. Place it all in the bin provided."

She wore the standard issue army bob and had a no nonsense look upon her face. She would have been far more attractive without the haircut. I saw a flicker of impatience in her eyes and she clutched the weapon tighter. That was all the motivation I needed I began to undress. In a few moments I was down to my jewelry. My many times great grandfather's military dog tags, a copper bracelet and my wedding ring. I deposited them all into the bin on top of my clothes. I knew that I would never see them again. 

I shivered in the cool air of the building. I was urged forward to another room. I was led to a hose that dispensed viscous fluid which quickly dried. My entire body below my neck was coated. The substance burned a bit. The female soldiers supervising the procedure made sure that every part of me was coated. We then walked into a room whose temperature was very high with a very bright light. The door shut behind us. Some of us thought that we were going to be gassed but cooler heads prevailed . "If they were going to kill us they would have done that already." said a voice. Instantly we knew this was true. We were in this chamber for about fifteen minutes and then the door opened. Somewhere along the line I had lost track of Marcus. When the chamber opened we realized that the next room was showers. There were enough shower heads for each of us.

Female soldiers handed us a vial of soap. We were told to lather up. I noticed that here as everywhere else, the soldiers supervising us were women. I gathered that male soldiers processed the female captives. I thought of Sherry. She was no prude but she certainly would not enjoy stripping off in front of a room of men. 

Once the water hit us we realized that the viscous substance was a depilatory. All the hair on my body, and a few layers of skin, peeled off with the water. Afterwards my skin was pink and shiny. I felt like a shelled lobster. Next we were lined up, one by one, before some sort of scanner. At last we entered a larger room.

A female general was waiting for us.

"Welcome slaves. You will be off to your next destination once you are fitted with your chastity devices. We on Delta-Knox are careful to control slave breeding. Most of the females that were captured with you will be sold and kept infertile for a year or so before they are bred. Most of YOU however will be kept in chastity devices twenty four seven for the rest of your time with us. We find that these are cheaper than drugs and are more effective. If any of you have traits that are worth preserving you MAY be bred. But mostly we have rather virile male soldiers and Prime citizens who do the impregnating for us. If any of you had wives or sweethearts on that liner she is already enrolled in our breeding program."

This started a ruckus. Many men voiced their opposition. The General raised her hand and from the shadows behind her came armed Marines. These were formidable looking men. All huge and heavily muscled. Their weapons were impressive and each had a look in his eye that implied that he was just itching to ventilate all of us. That quieted us down.

From behind the Marines came a squad of female soldiers all bearing equipment. With a gun to our heads we were each in turn locked into a device. A female soldier disparaged the manhood of each of us as she locked up into our devices. There was a formidable lock that operated by a computer code keeping it shut. The devices allowed us to urinate but the possibility of even getting an erection was non-existent.

Once all of us were locked away we we led to a final room where we were measured and fitted with a pair of pale blue slippers. At last we stepped into the twin sunlight of Dixon-Knox. By now the suns were low in the sky. We were in a large stockade. Guard towers with machine guns ringed the stockade. Through holes in the fence we could view the women. They were all nude except for a collar around each of their necks and slippers on their feet. Like us they were hairless, also like a few of us, many of them we weeping. 

I scanned the women with a desperate eye looking for Sherry. At last I espied her far off to one side. Her long hair was done up in braids, Like me her skin was pink and hairless. I mourned for Sherry's lovely red bush. It had complemented her porcelain skin splendidly. The collar around her neck was a golden color. The analytical part of me deduced that it was a probably a brass alloy, just like our chastity devices.

Some of the women came over to the holes and asked about their husbands or sweethearts. There was a gap between the fences so that there could be no touching. One lucky man was able to have an extended conversation with his wife in the other stockade until the guards broke it up. About an hour later several large transports lined up outside the woman's stockade and and we watched them forcibly loaded on and then they disappeared. I mourned the fact that I would probably never see Sherry again.

Shortly after the last truck full of women departed, our transportation arrived, The Marines herded us into the trucks, I was one of the first to board. Surprisingly, the ride was not long We were deposited in front of a large octagonal building. It turned out to be a giant holding cell complex. Men on one side women on the other. In a short time all of us were entombed in cells. Three of us shared a small cube. All of the cells faced the center court. A guard explained that each of us in turn would be brought to the center court where we would be sold. The fact that we would see the sale of cellmates and wives or sweethearts was, no doubt, meant to further humiliate us. The next sale was several days away. 

I recognized one of my cellmates as a fellow passenger whom I had run into a few times in the lounge. The other one had been a passenger but I had never met him in my time on the star liner. We talked about a lot of things, mostly escape. We all tried to liberate ourselves from our chastity devices but soon realized the hopelessness of that task. There was a sink and a toilet. The walls were barred the floor, thick concrete. We were permitted to talk amongst ourselves but the guards came down hard on any cell to cell communication. The guards were cut from the same cloth as the soldiers. Their uniforms were even similar, just less ornate. They wielded clubs, and in a show of authority, busted a few heads of the more recalcitrant slaves.

"Slave." I rolled that word around my brain quite a few times. Slavery was ancient history everywhere else but Delta-Knox was not like any place else. The planet was so well defended that the Republic did not even draw up a plan for invasion. Trying to assault this planet would be suicide. The Republic placed its hopes on diplomacy but with its government policies creating so much wealth, Delta-Knox had little reason to negotiate. Rumors were rife that at least one Republic system was heavily leaning towards joining the Confederation. Some planets in bad financial shape openly talked about joining the Confederation just to get concessions from the the Republic government. In the parlance of several centuries past. The Confederation had the Republic by the balls.

I wondered what would happen to me. I also wondered about Marcus and Sherry and poor Fatima. I could not imagine that the proud Marcus would ever submit to being a slave. As for me, perhaps the female corporal who had locked me in my chastity device was correct to dismiss my manhood. I thought of Sherry being sold and eventually carrying another man's child. We had hoped to start a family on Antares Four. Obviously that dream was dead now. And what of the beguiling Fatima? Surely she would sell for a high price. She would no doubt become some rich man's play thing. Depressed as I had never been before and with nothing better to do I found a cot and tried to get some sleep. 

Time passed slowly. We were fed twice a day. The food was plain and simple but it was supremely edible. A fresh batch of male and female slaves arrived around dinner time on the second day. This was apparently not a defection but an entrapment. One of the guards bragged about how it worked. A Confederation agent had gained access to the the star liner's computer. The agent altered the destination of the ship to Delta-Knox. By the time the pilots figured out what had happened they were in orbit where a fleet of Confederation vessels forced them to land. Heads were sure to roll in the Republic over this. But that did the new crop of captives little good.


Enslaved on an Alien World Ch. 02



Enslaved on an Alien World Part II :

Passage to Freedom

I arrived at the engineering firm in the best clothes I had which were work clothes. One of the engineers, Andrew Fenton, helped me through my first day. My former Master had provided the money for my freedom but the process had not been explained to me. Fenton took me under his wing. We went to the bank where my account was held. All I needed was my eyes. The bank scanned my retinas and knew that I was who I claimed to be. Because it made things so much easier banks on Delta-Knox can issue citizenship papers.

This took several long hours as bureaucracy and carbon are the only universal constants. I had to have a citizen vouch for me which Fenton did. I carried a letter of employment to prove that I was not a burden to the state. I was issued my citizenship card with its restrictions. There was a series of routine final questions. I only paused over one. "Married or single?." I knew without equivocation that my marriage to Belle, nee Sherry was over, yet I paused a few seconds before I answered "Single." It was irrevocable now. In the end, every dime I had earned purchased me my freedom,

My new firm of Brakeman, Fenton, and Howe, extended me a loan to tide me over to my first paycheck. We spent part of it in tailor getting fitted out as a Delta-Knox citizen. Only male citizens could wear the wide lapels trimmed in red, Female citizens wore red on their blouse collars. Active military wore their uniforms. Military service on Delta-Knox was generally compulsory but I was over draft age and had served as slave. Former slaves were exempted from service. It was feared, with some justification I thought, that former slaves would use their military issued weapons to exact revenge for how they had been treated when enslaved.

Aside from the travel restrictions, there were very few on me. I could not own real estate for five years. I could not vote for three. Not that that mattered, elections on Delta-Knox were rigged, yet fear of government censure was so strong it resulted in an election turn out of greater than 95 percent for every campaign. That I could never become a Prime citizen was not much of a handicap. The government liked to limit their numbers anyway.

The work day was almost over when we returned to my employer. I was assigned a small corner office and was given a run down on their current projects. Fenton assigned me to an irrigation water recycling project. Had I not been captured I could have been doing this very sort of project on another world. After settling in and beginning to familiarize myself with the project, our work day ended.

Until I had a little money in the bank I could not hope to afford an apartment, fortunately, there was a rooming house just up the road. They had an open room which the landlord led me to. It was small but comfortable with all of the amenities to be expected. I made a move to settle in. A few moments later there was a knock on the door.

I opened it to greet the face of a middle aged but attractive female slave. She was dressed in a short black diaphanous robe. Unbidden she unfastened the front of the robe and exposed her body.

"My name is Millie and I am available for the residents of this floor. The proprietor asked that I introduce myself to you. Is there anything I can do for a fine young man such as yourself?" 

I knew that it was considered impolite not to accept a slave when offered. I took a good look at the woman. A dirty blonde, she was of average height and was in good shape despite the fact that she was well into middle age. She had obviously given birth to children and her breasts sagged a bit, but she was still attractive. I motioned for her to enter the room and she closed the door behind her.

I indicated that I wanted to start with a blow job. With no fuss at all she reached for the opening of my pants. She was supremely talented and I was in heaven as she went to work. She took me to the edge of orgasm several times and then eased me back. After that outstanding fellatio session I decided to fuck her. Her pussy was loose but still tight enough and I came deep inside her.

"Thank you sir." she said, apparently with total sincerity. She then stripped the bed brought out new sheets, made the bed and slipped her robe back on. I decided to ask her some questions. She told me that she had been a slave for over thirty years having been enslaved at age 19. She had born three children by three different men two of whom were citizens. One of her sons had gotten in trouble with the law and had lot his citizenship. Her current position with the rooming house was her latest and she liked the variety of all the new people who came in.

"When I was younger, and prettier," She said "I was very popular. A rich man kept me to himself for a number of years. My life is not as luxurious now but it is in, in a way, more interesting. I suppose when my looks are completely gone I will be doing hand jobs for older gents, but men still find me desirable today and that makes me feel wonderful." 

I complemented her looks, suddenly aware that She was by far the oldest woman I had ever been intimate with. My own mother was a few years younger than Millie. I asked if I could kiss her one more time and she consented. She was a very good kisser. I fished a tip out of my pocket and she was on her way. It was only when she left that I was overcome with emotion. If the Mastered tired of Sherry she could end up like Millie in twenty years. Worse, there was nothing I could do to correct that situation. One of the restrictions on slaves was that a freed slave could not purchase or rent a slave if they had been married before their enslavement. When Dixon-Knox broke you up you STAYED broken up forever!

Feeling sad I made my way to a restaurant and ate dinner by myself in a booth. As I ate I read my citizen orientation booklets. There was much to learn in the way of laws and protocol. I was especially interested in how to deal with free female citizens. One worked at our office. She was the first free female I had ever spoken to. There were some stunning things about Delta-Knox. Its government was beyond conservative. It was also strongly patriarchal. Women in theory had full rights but they could not, for example, have sexual intercourse with slaves. They were limited in partners to either the military or free citizens.

They also had to appeal to the government for the right to get pregnant and bear children, Women often complained that it was easier for female slaves to have children than fee women. In actuality, things were not that bad but the bureaucracy to overcome was considerable. 

The population of the planet was closely regulated for both free citizens and slaves, As a consequence there were plenty of jobs for free citizens, Below them, a vast army of slaves responsible for manual labor and service jobs. Virtually every free citizen earned a degree either at the universities or in the military. Only those who would be considered assets to society were generally allowed to become citizens. I was very lucky indeed to have earned a place at the table.

My mind full I returned to my boarding house and turned in. I wanted to get a good start on my job the next day. Getting my footing I was reintroduced to Judy Jeng, the female free citizen and engineer that occupied the office next to mine. She was also assigned to the same project. Technically I would be reporting to her and she would have final approval over my work until my parole period was over. 

Judy was my age and lovely. A few centimeters shorter than myself, she had a beautiful face and clear even skin. Her eyes were deep, enchanting brown. Her black hair framed her face wonderfully. She wore a calf length tan skirt and a white blouse with a detachable red blouse collar. Being a male I could not help notice that she filled the blouse very well. We hit it off immediately. Judy liked me right from the beginning because I had no problems taking orders from a woman. She led me to understand that such diffidence was rare on Delta-Knox.

Aside from the engineers there were several other people in the office. Most of them were female and male slaves who were very old who did things like filing and answering phones. All wore identical gray uniforms. Richard Howe, one of the partners also brought his young female slave to the office every day. She was always dressed fetchingly and was the first face that visitors encountered when the entered our offices. She did little more than look pretty and direct visitors to the proper office.

For the next month Judy and I traveled together often to the work site where we supervised the slaves at work and made sure everything was going well. The project looked like it would be very successful. At the end of the third week as we were returning to the office Judy turned to me and said, "So Sebastian, do you think you could take orders from a woman in the bedroom as well as you do in the workplace?"

I was floored but quickly agreed that I could.

"I thought as much." She smiled at me and said "I will pick you up at your boarding house at seven P.M. Dress to impress me." Then just as quickly, Judy fixed a business expression on her face. The rest of the trip to the office was nothing more than shop talk and inanities.

It was hard focusing for the rest of the day, fortunately there was not much work time left. I returned to my boarding house walking on air. I had been dressed for field work but I quickly showered and shaved and got out the best suit I owned. I waited outside and Judy was right on time, pulling up to me in her small, electric powered transport.

I was stunned when I entered the transport. Judy was wearing a short black dress . Sexy black stockings and pearls, The neck of her dress plunged, exposing a great deal of her lovely breasts, and a red ribbon, which indicated that she was free, followed the line of the garment. I felt myself hardening immediately. 

"I hope you like opera." she said as we pulled away from the curb. For the next three Hours we watched Aida. It really wasn't my cup of tea but I enjoyed it as best I could. Once the performance was over we had a late dinner in a very fancy restaurant. Judy insisted on paying. "Once you finish your meal," she said, "we are heading to my place. I expect that you will will be very attentive to my needs. If I just wanted a fuck partner, I could easily find one. No Sebastian, I expect to be pampered and adored and worked up to orgasm gently and sweetly, Do that for me and I MAY let you cum tonight, At the very least Sebastian, I will give you a night like you have never had before."

I did not rush through the rest of my meal. I looked at Judy and Sherry came to mind unbidden. "What would I do if Sherry were suddenly returned to me?" I asked myself and I knew the answer instantly, "I would put her first, massage her all over and make sure that she came first and came often, What I wanted would not matter at all. I decided that, at least for tonight, that Judy was Sherry returned to me.

Judy's apartment was very nice, small but beautifully furnished, it included a jacuzzi and a piano among other amenities. I asked Judy for permission to kiss her then I slowly and steadily determined what she wanted and followed her desires to the letter. It took me more than an hour to get her out of the few clothes she was wearing. Her body was fabulous. Compact and well muscled, her large breasts were surmounted with dark areolas. On her left hip was a military insignia tattoo. Her black bush was full but neatly trimmed. I was tremendously happy when my ministrations led to her climaxing. Repeating what I had done, I got her off again with my tongue and touch. I had a raging hard on but I didn't care, I was totally caught up in pleasing her.

It was very well into the evening, almost morning really when Judy looked into my eyes."You have done very well Sebastian." She looked at my erect penis and said. "I will take care of this now." After some fabulous fellatio she mounted and rode me to orgasm. As I came she said, "This is how it will always be Sebastian. I will almost NEVER be under you. I am on top ALWAYS or you DO NOT get to cum. I am your boss at work and I am the boss in the bedroom, this is non negotiable." 

We slept late into the next morning. When we woke Judy ordered me to the kitchen, I was to prepare breakfast for both of us. I did not even give this situation a second thought I made my way to the kitchen and discovered it well organized. It was practically alphabetized. I quickly figured out where everything was and made a breakfast that I used to make for Sherry. Judy was pleased with the results. After we ate she asked me to tell her my life story. She wanted to know every detail about Sherry and the story of our enslavement.

"Sherry sounds like she is quite the woman. I can tell that you still love her. I do not intend to replace her in your heart. Instead I will recline in your soul right next to her. She would want you happy and I can make you very happy, Sebastian, provided that you ALWAYS put me first." 

After that Judy told me her story. She had earned her engineering certificate in the army, in the engineering corps. She did not like the military. Every man in the army, and quite a few of the women, expected her to sleep with them. Most she could not say no to if she wanted a career. Despite being a woman she found her place in the corps and soon rose to a command position. Brakeman, Fenton, and Howe had hired her solely based upon her military accomplishments. Much of Judy's story was unrelentingly sad.

After a while Judy said. "I am not Sherry, Sebastian, but I AM what you are looking for. As for me I consider you very handsome and intelligent with just the right amount of submissiveness to make me happy. I think we make a fine couple."

I was in awe, everything she said was true. I knew it on an atomic level. I looked at her reclining in the bed. Her beauty stunned me. I thought of Sherry and knew that she would want me happy. I knew that I could be very happy lovingly serving Judy. I thought that Sherry would want me to love her. 

The next few months passed quickly as our project neared completion. Judy and I kept our relationship a secret but our bosses noticed that we worked very well together. The decided to keep us as a team on future projects. To help the slaves under my charge I got our bosses to rent pleasure vans for my crew. I had made a sucker's bet. Fenton was convinced that my idea would result in lazy, malingering slaves. I bet him my annual bonus, double or nothing, that we would finish our project on time and under budget; more than offsetting the costs of the pleasure vans. Easiest money I ever made in my life.

Eventually I rented an apartment but I was rarely there. Judy's was just nicer in every way. The sex was incredible. It was different than making love to Sherry and supremely satisfying. Judy loved that I had no problem taking orders from her in the bedroom. She called me her "willing slave" and I had to agree that I was. One good thing about spending so much time with Judy was that my bank account swelled and swelled. Judy liked paying for things. I offered to reimburse her but Judy was afraid that that "Would alter the power dynamic of our relationship." 

I spent some of the money making life for the company slaves better where ever I could. Because I knew slavery inside and out Brakeman, Fenton, and Howe made me slave liaison. It was more money but the work was depressing. Aside from the pleasure vans there was precious little I could do for them without raising the hackles of the government. NO ONE wants to be on the Delta-Knox government shit list. I also had to serve as disciplinarian, deciding punishments for recalcitrant slaves. That became far less of a problem when I made regular pleasure van relief a company wide policy. 

My first year as a free citizen came and went. Judy and I had a quiet celebration in my apartment. For that night, for the first time in our relationship, she slid under me when we made love. The passion Judy and I had grew in intensity more and more with each passing month. We had been dating and fucking like rabbits for eighteen months when Judy led me to a tattoo parlor.

"I am taking formal ownership of you today. We are getting my name tattooed on your butt. It will be just like branding a quadro. In six months we announce our relationship at work and go ring shopping. I will pick out something very ostentatious and very expensive All that money you have accumulated in the bank has to be good for something."

The news that we were dating really didn't surprise the office as Judy and I were less discreet than we thought we had been. Judy's ring however was the hit of the office. I was complimented on my taste which I thought was funny because Judy had designed it and picked out the diamond. It did significantly drain my bank account by the way.

While getting married on most worlds is easy, Delta-Knox put up roadblocks. There was grueling and humiliating physical, a psychological and genetic profile. Your financial status is minutely examined. Only if everything matched up with government approval could you pay the fee to secure your license. We applied for permission to get pregnant at the same time because there was currently a several year wait on pregnancy permits. The fact that Judy was veteran made things quite a bit easier.

On nearly every world, couples get to plan their own weddings. On Delta-Knox the government does. The government never lets you forget that every benefit your receive comes from them They tell you when and where you will marry, where you will honeymoon and how much you should spend on the ceremony and the honeymoon. They decide when you have children, and what sex your children will be. The founders of Delta-Knox have an obsession with population size. They believe they have a utopia, so long as numbers stay between a hard set of variables. About the only thing they didn't do was consummate the marriage themselves.

Judy and I started attending wedding school. We had to go once a week to meet with our wedding planner and honeymoon consultant. This was actually quite easy. Judy had the hard work. She had to arrange for the fitting of her gown. To be honest I did not pay much attention in class. Our wedding planner had the personality and oratory gifts of a low level bureaucrat. I just had to give my measurements and my wedding duds were delivered to my doorstep. After classes ended we were told when our wedding would be. For a honeymoon we got lucky, Azimuth Island in the southern ocean. Like EVERY honeymoon spot on Delta-Knox it was clothing optional, emphasis on the optional. It was part of their dictum that there be no secrets at the start of a marriage. There must be something to their system. The divorce rate on Delta-Knox is something like three percent. 

Attendance at the ceremony was small Judy's family was not large and I did not want mine to travel to Delta-Knox lest they end up enslaved. I also did not want to remind them of Sherry. I had contacted my family and Sherry's family when I won my freedom. Because they did not understand the situation, Sherry's family blamed me for leaving her enslaved. I tried to point out that I had no choice but my words fell on deaf ears. The ceremony hall was filled with our co-workers. The company slaves were also given the day off from their labors to attend and dine on some nice food.

The rites were very simple. Judy wrote most of the actual vows. In very flowery language I promised to obey her several times. In exchange she promised to respect, love, and honor me. Judy looked spectacular in her white dress trimmed in red. It all took about an hour before we hit the reception hall and many hours later Judy and I boarded a domestic air liner for Azimuth Island. Being married gave Judy and I certain tax advantages and put us on a shorter waiting list for government programs. It also made it easier for us to borrow money. And while I could not own property in my own name for a while yet, I was encouraged to purchase under Judy's name.




Enslaved on an Alien World Ch. 02



Judy and I slept in the plane for the three hour trip to our honeymoon island. We packed very lightly because we would need very little once we arrived. At the Azimuth airport several panel vans picked us up. The plane was full of 25 couples. Another 25 would be arriving a short time later. We were welcomed as the wedding class of August for the year. Delta-Knox gives everyone a month long honeymoon. Although the couple has to reimburse the government for the honeymoon costs, your employer has to keep paying you for the month. Similarly, new mothers get a year off with pay from work and fathers get eight months. In some ways this government can be very progressive.

The staff of the resort were naked save for name tags. Judy and I were led to a snazzy, rather large room and told to freshen up, strip and prepare to meet our fellow honeymooners in the main hall in fifteen minuets. This was a new experience for me but Judy seemed nonplussed as we strode to the meeting hall in our birthday suits.

The lounge was enormous with love seats for each of the fifty couples. I know that Judy caught me eying all of the naked female flesh on display. I know that I was not imagining that she was drinking in the men while I checked out the women. We were all introduced to each other and assigned a seat. Our hosts, a stunning blonde female and a handsome tall brown haired man in outstanding shape told us what was to happen next. It floored me, but again, Judy seemed blase about the news.

"When the rest of our staff arrives you will each select one to shave your partner. Guests will be kept hairless while they are here. This way there is no confusion as to who is staff and who are guests. It also serves as a physical reminder of the state dictum that there be no secrets at the start of a marriage. Actually secrets at any time in a marriage are a bad idea. You will also be photographed for a badge that you will wear for your stay here to show who belongs to whom."

There were some surprised groans and a little outrage but far less than I expected. Perhaps if I had paid more attention in marriage class this would not have surprised me as much. Judy selected a bony Asian woman whose name tag read Cheryl to shave me. She looked the most like Judy of any of the staff. I decided to reciprocate and picked out a guy named Tom who looked a bit like me to shave Judy's mound.

Cheryl was very practiced. Wielding a portable trimmer, she removed all of the hair on my crotch, balls, and penis, Following that she spritzed me with water, applied a bit of gel and removed any trace of stubble. I had not been hairless down there since I had won my freedom. I watched her denude my crotch with practiced efficiency Afterwards my mind was full of memories of slavery. I quickly forced those thoughts out of my head as I watched Tom, quickly yet delicately shave Judy's pussy. She looked so appetizing afterwards that I could hardly wait to get her back to our room and plunge my tongue deeply into her bald box.

I asked Judy if she had ever been shaved before. "Yes." She said. "In the army they shaved my head and then every hair on my body. My hair grows slow so I had a little more than a crew cut when boot camp was over. It took me months to grow it to regulation bob length. That wasn't the worst part of my military experience by far. The part that really sucked was all the war games. Every time I got captured i had to give blow jobs to my captors."

"It must have been difficult being a woman in the army." 

"It was not pleasant." Judy said "But even my male comrades had to provide blow jobs if they were captured during war games. If a woman captured me I was licking pussy. As bad as it was with the men I'm more partial to cock sucking than to licking pussy." Then she winked at me at took a long lustful look at my shaven cock.

We snuggled together on the couch for our picture. In a few seconds our image was turned into two temporary photo tattoos and applied to the right side of our chests. After that we were all taken on a walking tour of the facilities. There was a secluded beach, a heated pool. saunas, game courts, jacuzzis and everything a honeymooning couple could want. We were told to make ourselves comfortable wherever we wanted. 

"For the next month, your every need will be taken care of" One of the hosts explained. "Your only job is to make love as many times as you want or can." 

Judy and I took that dictum to heart. The mood was apt to strike us anywhere. There was one place everybody loved. It was a grass covered cliff that hung out over the ocean. Couples made love on the grassy cliff and then dove into the ocean immediately after having sex. This tradition was said to bring good luck. Judy and I preformed it often. Approaching the cliff in silence, Judy and I enjoyed encountering other couples in the act. It was a delight watching the couples ahead of us get it on. 

Judy was really turned on by spying on other couples. She must have been a secret voyeur. There was one couple in particular she was drawn to. He was a massive, well muscled, dark haired male who was obviously mixed race. His wife was a compact petite blonde, with an enchanting body. When Judy and I were not fucking or eating I felt like almost like we were stalking this couple.

On morning I discovered Judy in conversation with this man. His name was Darrin and he was a physician. His wife was Andrea and she too was a physician. I noticed that Darrin eyed me up and down as I approached my wife. He turned back to Judy, nodded and they shook hands.

"What was that all about?" I asked.

"I was arranging a tryst." She said with not a hint of emotion in her voice.

"We are meeting Darrin and Andrea at the cliff in one hour. I just have to try Darrin out. He is interested in me as well. Naturally you will get Andrea. Apparently she likes you." 

"But we are on our honeymoon!"

"So are they and since everyone has agreed to this tryst we won't get in trouble with the authorities. You DO find Andrea attractive, do you not."

Judy looked at me with the look she has whenever she has decided something and it is my best interest to agree. 

"I take it my mind is made up?" I asked.

"Affirmative" She replied. 

Since it was going to happen any way and since I could deny Judy nothing I began psyching myself up for my encounter with Andrea. I usually did not find blonds attractive but Andrea's body was quite appealing. She carried some very nice breasts on her small frame and her legs were almost as nice as Judy's. I loved the sounds she made when she orgasmed and imagined that sound right next to my ear. Judy had told me back when we first started dating that she might occasionally stray but that she would always come back to me and make up for it in ways that I could not even begin to imagine. I looked forward to her atoning for the day's upcoming sin. 

We arrived at the cliff a few moments before Darrin and Andrea. On the walk to the cliff, Judy held my hand as though we were just taking a jaunt around the block. 

"I appreciate your understanding in this matter, Sebastian. I give you my word that this won't happen very often, in fact it may never happen again, but when it does I will do my best to see that you are taken care of as well. It would be unfair of me to monopolize all the fun."

With that Darrin and his pint sized wife appeared. Judy practically dove into his arms. Andrea approached me and said, "I've seen you around. I like the way you are put together. I was a bit skeptical when my husband suggested this tryst. But I think this will be a lot of fun."

Then, even though we were essentially total strangers, she knelt in front of me and began sucking me off. From that point on I just followed instinct. I was startled by how short she was. When Judy or Sherry before her had wrapped their legs around mine they encircled my lower thighs and calves. Andrea wrapped herself right around my hips. If I stood up I could have worn her as a kilt. I entered her and began pumping. She felt utterly delightful. I tried to focus solely on her and did my best to ignore my wife's and her husband's loud lovemaking a few meters away. Her orgasms were deep and caused her to squeal like a schoolgirl. She tasted wonderful everywhere. Not as sweet as Judy but very close.

The four of us dove, all holding hands together, into the ocean afterwards. We swam to shore and let the sun dry our tired bodies. All of us chatted for a while before we heard the dinner call from the lodge. Andrea planted a final kiss on my lips and I took Judy's hand and headed back to the lodge.

"Thank you for letting me have that honey." said Judy "I just HAD to get him out of my system. For the rest of the month you get to take my ass as many times as you want. You get to be on top and I give you morning afternoon and evening blow jobs. I will swallow each time. I know you like my pussy bald so in addition to the gifts already mentioned I will keep it shaved for the next year and a half. Are those terms acceptable to you? If they are you must agree in return to NEVER mention this afternoon again."

I nodded my head in agreement and we sealed the deal with a kiss. Dinner was wonderful but the best part was afterwords when Judy began paying her debt. It was like getting a newer and even sluttier wife for the rest of the month. I loved anal but, prior to this, I had not gotten it often. It wasn't hard under those circumstances to put Darrin out of my mind completely. At the same time, I sometimes caught myself thinking about Andrea. I vowed to try and stop doing that.

At long last the month ended and Judy and I returned to work. We were assigned an even bigger project and our work on the last project was written up in the planetary engineering journals. My life was as good as it could be but still, in quiet moments, Sherry's face would come to me unbidden and I would bemoan the fact that she was still enslaved anew.

Through a complicated bit of second hand purchasing, I was able to buy two of the slaves I had served with under my old Master. I felt sure that he would not have sold them to me directly. As slave liaison I had, through sheer persistence, been able to elevate the condition of all of the firm's slaves. My men were well fed, got regular release, and had as much down time as I could legally give them. I never had the company purchase new slaves. I usually bought guys who hd been shown hard times. They thrived in my environment. I got a reputation as something of a slave rejuvenator. This too got me notice in the engineering community. One day some federal agents paid me a visit. 

I was terrified, sure that they would charge me with a crime of some sort and cost me my citizenship and my current life with Judy. Instead it was a fact finding tour. The government hated waste of any kind and they were disgusted with the number of slaves killed and incapacitated every year. Each slave represented and investment of considerable resources. If they could find ways of killing fewer of them and of also getting more work out of them, the government bean counters would be a lot happier. They took a look at what I did and how I treated the company slaves. They were impressed that I had also been scrupulous in following the law. They said that they would give my methods serious consideration but I knew that things would not change. What Delta-Knox needed was a revolution. One that would likely never come. 

From the slaves I had purchased from my old Master I learned that Sherry had born another child to him. They said that aside from the collar around her neck you never would believe that she was a slave. Clark Tiberon, my old Master, treated her as something very like a wife. This information made me feel better, somewhat. Part of me still ached for her though, even after all this time. 

I applied myself to work and kept my nose to the grindstone. The sex with Judy got better and better. So far she has not strayed again a single time. We were over the moon when her pregnancy permit was issued. Under Judy's tutelage I applied myself to the task of making a baby. Judy's fine mechanical mind diligently kept track of her body's temperature and she was able to pinpoint exactly when she ovulated. After four months of trying we hit pay dirt. Our son. Saul, named after Judy's father, was born on a crystal clear day in June. Judy and I were as proud as any parents could be.

At work The firm kept Judy and I as a team. We were so happy with our working situation that both of us turned down job offers from other companies. Brakeman, Fenton, and Howe, to keep us kept escalating our salaries. At work and at home I deferred to Judy. We found that worked best for both of us. We purchased a small house that needed lots of work. Judy and I took turns designing the rooms and refurbishing the house. Judy spent her year off of maternity leave tending to our son and finishing the work on the house. For the eight months I was off I worked right along side her. I felt like I ALMOST belonged on this world. More often then perhaps I should have, I thought of Sherry. While I realized that I was no longer in love with her, I still mourned for what I had and what we had lost.

The years passed quickly. It was a warm day in September. I had just massaged Judy off to sleep. Our son Saul was playing off in one corner with his construction blocks. He had already decided that he wanted to be an engineer like his parents. There was a knock at the door. I opened it to discover a regal, red haired female in an exquisite lavender dress.

"Sherry!" I cried.

"Its still Belle. Hello Sebastian. May I come in?"

I gazed at her, the years had been very good to her, Her hair was longer and her complexion was even smoother. She wore the clothing of a free woman. The golden collar no longer circled her throat. She wore red trim on the collar of her taught dress, its short skirt accentuated her fine legs. Old emotions flooded me. In a moment her lips briefly bused mine and then she said,

"Freedom suits you Sebastian. I can not stay long Clark does not know that I am here. I had to come to this part of town so I thought that I would drop in. I've known where you and Judy live for quite a while now. Judy is lovely by the way, I am very happy for you."

I had a million questions. She could only answer a few, She had been a citizen for just over a year, Clark, our old master, had to forfeit half his wealth to free and marry his prize slave, my former wife. Apparently he had already earned much of it back.

"We have two lovely children, a boy Clark, Junior, who is six, and a girl. Angela who is four. We have also taken on as a ward Anthony, the three year old son I had by Robert, a Marine Colonel. He was a complete gentleman to me by the way. I must admit that I was very fearful when The Slave Breeding Committee assigned me that military base in the middle of nowhere but the experience was probably as good as I could possibly have expected. Robert treated me like a queen and really tried to get to know me before we first made love. That helped enormously"

She showed me pictures of all of the children, The girl greatly favored Belle, and I could see traces of her in the countenance of the boys. It was not hard to imagine, if our lives had progressed uninterrupted, that those children could have been mine. She took a peek at Saul, busy constructing his imaginary world and said,

"He's adorable. I see a great deal of you in him Sebastian." Then she paused and had a look that was difficult to read on her face. "This visit is the only one I can pay you. Visiting pre-enslaved spouses is technically illegal and I don't want to jeopardize my new citizenship. I came because I just HAD to see you again, Do you remember what today is,?"

A light bulb went off in my head. "Our anniversary!"

"Yes," she said. "Twelve years ago today. Both of us have come quite a way haven't we? I want you to know, that you don't have to worry about me anymore. Slavery was hard but now my life is very nice. Clark is not only my husband he is also my best friend, I will admit that, despite everything a corner of my heart still bears your footprints. You were an excellent husband, in some ways you will never be excelled."

With that she said her goodbyes and disappeared down the street. I leaned out the door and watched her beautiful form fade away, At last I shut the door and turned. Judy stepped out of the bedroom with a smile on her face.

"How much of that did you see and hear?"

"All of it Sebastian. Her knock woke me. She is rather beautiful, I will say that. She must have quite the life now. As the wife of a Prime citizen there is nothing that she will ever want or need. She was wrong about one thing however."

"What's that?"

"Its not you WERE and excellent husband its that you ARE an excellent husband,"

With that Judy threw her arms around me and planted a wondrous kiss upon my lips. I gathered her up in my arms and spun her around. I realized now, that while I would always have fond memories of Sherry/Belle, the woman that reigned in my heart now and forever would be Judy, For the first time since my spaceship had been forced to land on this world I felt like I belonged here.



Enslaved on an Alien World



At last sale day arrived. The gates of the fortress opened and a crowd of purchasers and onlookers filled the stands that ringed the open court. Huge projection screens, mounted on the walls, gave everyone in the stands a perfect view of the stage. We were told that some well heeled purchasers placed their bids remotely.

First to hit the stage was a petite blond haired female. She was clad only in her collar which was leashed and held by masked handlers. She trembled with fear as she mounted the stage. The auctioneer's amplified voice could be heard in all parts of the stands . For added emphasis his voice was also piped into our cells. My cellmates and I crowded the barred window of our cell, appalled yes, but too fascinated not to watch.

We heard the Auctioneer begin his spiel. "Citizens of Delta-Knox we begin our proceedings today with this fine specimen. She is 22 years old, has never been bred and comes from Beta Reticuli, however her original Earth linage is Nordic European. She weighs 40.82 Kilograms and stands just 1.5748 Meters tall. As you can see she is well proportioned and in good health. Shall we start the bidding at 1,000 credits?"

As the auctioneer had talked, two hooded handlers forced the poor woman to turn around so that all parts of her body could be displayed to the crowd. The cameras focused on her and projected her every movement onto the big screen. No part of her anatomy was left unexplored. When she appeared to be ready to burst into tears, one of the hooded handlers threatened her with a club until she got a hold of herself. 

The bidding was hot and heavy she sold for 6,000 credits. A bag was placed over her head and she was led off stage. One of our guards explained that slaves are transported that way so that they don't learn the lay of the land and more importantly for the psychological terror it inspires. "The first thing they see after they are sold," he explained, "is their new master's face!" 

I contemplated Sherry up on that stage and was horrified. Then I realized that I would be up on that stage myself. I watched as the next person was sold. It was a man about my own age and build. He was from Orion. He sold for far less than the female had. I soon discovered that was a pattern which repeated itself. Women sold high, men sold low.

I watched the sales with a mixture of disgust and fascination, That changed when I saw Sherry mounting the stage. I yelled to her but I could not be heard over the roar of the crowd. Unlike some women Sherry did not burst into tears on the stage. The handlers spun her around and I saw projected on the big screens my wife. Even under these conditions she was stunning. There was not an extra gram of fat anywhere on her body. I realized, perhaps for the first time, how lucky a man I had truly been. Memories of her almost made me hard but my chastity device prevented an actual erection. The auctioneer gave her height and weight and planet of origin and that she had Irish forebears. 

Sherry set of a bidding war and she sold for almost 20,000 credits. I saw the bag slip over her head and watched her being led from the stage. Silently I wished her well wherever she was off to. I hoped her "'master'"would be good to her. The word master echoed around the inside of my head like a bad dream.

Eventually they came for me. At gunpoint I was marched through the fortress to the selling stage. Guards were armed with not only guns, but clubs and tazers, resisting would be an exercise in stupidity. As soon as the woman sold before me was led off the stage I was forced front and center. I was dimly aware of my image being projected all over the fortress.

"This item," said the auctioneer, "hails from the Bernard Star colony. His earth linage is predominantly German and Welsh. He is 26 years old. He stands 1.903 meters tall and weighs 66.40 Kilograms. As you can see he is in shape he is trained as an engineer so his price as a skilled worker will start of higher than the standard ."

I was told to turn around a few times and the bidding started at 3,000 Credits. I reached 7, 500 credits before I heard the word "SOLD!" The hood was placed over my head before I could even react. I struggled to find my footing as I was led off the stage and back into the staging area. I felt fetters slide over my ankles and my hands were forced behind my back and cuffed. I was forced to sit down on the concrete floor. I spent the next several hours this way. I could not tell you exactly how long a time it was just that it seemed very long.

At last I was pulled to my feet. With difficulty I followed where I was led. At last I heard the distinctive hum of an electric vehicle. I was told to duck and then placed in a seat in the vehicle. It pulled away, driving to what I assumed would be my "owner." These Delta-Knoxians really are barbarians I thought.

After a long drive the vehicle stopped. I was helped out of the vehicle and led to a building, Once in the building I was led to a toilet where I was sat down and ordered to piss. After that, still hobbled and bagged I was led to a room where l was set down on a soft couch. I was told to make myself comfortable. 

It was many hours later when I heard voices. My fetters were opened and taken off. My hands were briefly unchained before my hands were forced in front of my body and cuffed again. All at once the hood was removed and my eyes were dazzled by the light. At last they focused. I was facing a man taller than myself, in his mid thirties, with a stern look upon his face. He wore a tailored tunic and there were diamonds in his lapels. Were I female I would, no doubt, have considered him handsome. 

"Greetings, slave, he said in a deep voice, "welcome to your new life." 

I struggled to find my voice. Looking around the room I could not fail to notice the bodyguards. The furnishings, and art upon the wall, were all first class and very expensive. Just transporting some of the paintings here must have cost a fortune. Whoever this man was he was no doubt tremendously wealthy.

"At last I sputtered. "I'm nobody's slave."

"Ahh yes." he said, seemingly mocking me, "The initial denial of fate. The simple fact is my good chap that the quicker you accept your fate the better your life will go. I purchased you for a reason I need a good engineer for some projects I have in mind. You will be in charge of the operation and above the men who serve under you. I know exactly who you are Sebastian, although I will rarely use your name again. You are a gifted engineer and under my guiding hand you will thrive. I am a very good master who treats his slaves humanely."

"I'll never work for you! " I spat.

He laughed and said. "One of the reasons that I am so successful is because I always know exactly what I am buying and how to best use it " 

He nodded and one of the guards opened a door. Two more guards entered the room; between them was Sherry!"

"Sherry!" I shouted. When I tried to move towards her I was held back by the guards. The same thing happened to Sherry.

"Sebastian!" She cried

"I take it you know each other." said our Master then he burst into uproarious laughter.

Once he stopped laughing he addressed both of us "As I said, I know exactly what I am buying at all times. By purchasing you together I can eliminate months of training and aversion therapy, It is very simple if you who USED to be her husband wants to ensure that she is treated well and trained gently you will apply yourself thoroughly and completely to your engineering duties. And you who USED to be his wife wants to see him treated kindly and with respect, you will focus on submitting utterly to me and pleasing me in ALL ways." 

Sherry and I looked at each other with the same expression on our faces. Our master had us over a barrel. I would do anything to keep Sherry safe and she would do the same for me. Unless we renounced each other we were trapped.

"You can uncuff him," our master said to his bodyguards. "I believe he will behave himself now." Then he turned to Sherry and said, "As for you woman. Come here and kiss me." 

Sherry looked at me with a troubled look upon her face. Then, with much trepidation she walked the few paces to where our Master stood and made a move to kiss him. I saw the Master embrace Sherry and run his hands over her still naked body. He kissed her for along time. I was filled with rage but I was powerless to object. 

"You see," the master said, "when you cooperate everybody wins."

Master made a gesture with his hands and two of the bodyguards led Sherry out of the room.

"Now slave," he said to me, "Let's get you some work clothes and then we will introduce you to your crew and your project. It is a large venture but I am sure that you are up to it."

There was a closet off the back porch that had clothes of various sizes within. A short time later I was clad in work pants a work shirt, boots and a hat. It felt wonderful to wear pants again. The master led me to a small electric cart and we drove across the back lawn of his house. From the outside the place looked enormous, Our cart climbed a hill and then rolled down the other side. At last we stopped at an outbuilding. Several people greeted us with "Good day Master." He acknowledged them and then turned to me.

"What I want is a three kilometer around lake. I intend to stock it with fish that I like there are some natural springs that you can see at the base of the valley that can be expanded to feed the lake I also want a pier and a dock house." We walked over to the out building where he produced some plans. "This is the general plan. I had them drawn up by your possessor, the less said about him the better, but feel free to modify them any way you see fit. I want you to break ground in a week or so."

He then introduced me to my people. My crew consisted of ten men. There was earthmoving equipment and all of the tools I would need. I was told that if any blasting needed to be done that several of his bodyguards were trained in demolition. 

It was well past twilight when the tour was over. My people (I was encouraged to think of them that way) and I were then led to the holding barn. I had a room to myself. It was comfortable and had a computer and reference books and conversion tables. Most of my men doubled up in other rooms. I was reminded of my status as chattel when the doors were lowered and locked in place. Despite the modest comforts, I was an unwilling prisoner.

I thought of Sherry. Surely she would be expected to do far more than just kiss our "owner." I thought her quite brave, doing what she must for my sake. In comparison I had it easy. Instead of going to bed I worked through the night reading all of the reports and designs left behind by my predecessor. Very quickly I realized that I would be a better engineer than that guy was even if I was struck blind and dumb every morning. 

We were woken up a dawn the next morning by some of the Master's overseers. I had drifted into sleep around four A.M. We were required to shave our faces every morning which was standard policy for male slaves. The twin suns of Delta-Knox hung low in the Eastern sky. Because the data left me was so unreliable I did hydrology readings on the springs myself. It felt good to get my hands dirty. Truth be told, this project was right up my alley.

Around noon the Master came out to the work site. I told him of the work I had done so far and what we intended to do the rest of the day He seemed pleased. Then he departed. We knocked off for an hour each day at 1:00 when boxed lunches were brought to us by one of the female house slaves. All of the Master's female house slaves were very pretty. They usually wore short blue skirts and tight blouses, their collars were always kept glistening. No doubt the Master had slept with every one of them at one time or another. 

From my people I learned some of his story. His name was Clark Tiberon and he was in munitions and weapons. A member of one of the founding dynasties of Delta-Knox, his family had done much to make the planet's army so formidable. He was one of the richest men on this world and was also about as well connected politically as possible on this planet.

"Do a good job on this boss," one of my men told me, "And you will have more projects than you can handle. You might even earn enough under the table to buy yourself a citizenship." 

I became vastly more interested in the project after that. While I thought of Sherry often, I also threw myself into my work. We broke ground and made progress. About a month into the project the Master called me into the big house.

One of the bodyguards led me into the sun room. Sherry was sitting on his lap kissing him passionately. When she saw me she flushed with embarrassment, stood up and excused herself. She was wearing a short lavender dress that was just perfect for her coloration and hugged her form enchantingly. My penis rebelled against its cage anew.

"Ahh, Engineer, let's hear your progress report." I tried to ignore the fact that he had just been feeling up my wife and gave him a complete status report. The Master seemed to understand nearly all of the details I gave him and was obviously pleased. 

You have done good work, you and your men shall be rewarded. When I bought you and explained the situation to you didn't rebel, you applied yourself. That has made it easy on yourself, and more importantly, easy on the female who was once your wife. To show you that I can be a fair Master the pleasure van will be stopping by your workplace tomorrow at noon. You are new to our world so I will fill you in about it. The van will come and everyone will get a shower, you will all be depilated again and given fresh haircuts and new clothes. You all also all getting hand jobs. I know that government policy is to keep you in chastity 24/7 but I find I get more work out of my slaves when they get regular release. I will be brutally honest with you, you are probably NEVER getting laid again. However you will get regular release as long as I own you. Now the woman manning the pleasure van is not the most comely of wenches but she is excellent at jerking men off. As a bonus If you and your men finish the project early I will pull some strings and get you all blow jobs. Slaves NEVER get those!"

My men felt terrific when I gave them the Master's report.

"Let's not slack off tomorrow. Remember to work hard until noon." I found myself saying

Even though we diligently applied ourself it seemed like noon took forever to arrive. Finally at noon the van appeared over the crest of the hill. Because I was the boss I got to go first. My men insisted upon it. The van was large and beautifully clean inside. The Master accompanied the van I soon learned why. I strode into the van and stripped. Then I heard my chastity device's catch open. I looked at my Master. He had an electronic key in his hands. I saw him nod and I removed the device. For the first time in more than a month my penis could breath free. I had a few moments to enjoy the experience before the male attendant began coating me with the depilatory. I waited under a sun lamp for fifteen minuets before I strode into the shower compartment. The water was fresh and clean. I watched as the water dislodged the depilatory and all the hair I had grown over the last month. It disappeared down the drain In our quarters we had to make do with one small shower stall but the van's was modern and nice. I stepped out of the far side of the shower compartment and an attendant handed me a towel. From there it was a few short steps to the barber's chair. The haircuts were nothing fancy but just getting it felt wonderful next to the barber chair was a couch. On the floor next to the couch was a middle aged, rather plump woman. She smiled at me with crooked teeth and beckoned me to sit down. I was already fully erect. Master was right about her talents. I didn't care what she looked like. To be touched there by a woman, any woman was heaven. I came in torrents into the rag she supplied. I made my way to the exit of the van where my Master handed me my chastity device. With great sadness I put it back on and heard the computer lock seal fast. Next to the pleasure van a small tent had been set up. I was told by the master to enter it. It was a portable menswear store. I picked out two new shirts and three pairs of work pants, underwear, and nice new boots. I felt like a million dollars. 

When my last man had finished in the clothing tent. Master gathered us together and said. 

"I noticed that you men worked hard this morning and did not slack off. As a result you get the rest of the day off and will be permitted to eat a meal on the mansion lawn in three hours. But I want you working twice as hard tomorrow.'"

We all gave the Master three cheers. 

Three hours later were were all seated at a table in the back yard of the mansion. I was set at the head of the table opposite the Master who was on a raised platform, like a king. The female house slaves were dressed in short white dresses with plunging necklines. We enjoyed drinking in their beauty. The Master really had an eye for women. After everyone was served an amazing feast the Master entered from the house. He was wearing a velvet robe. Holding his left hand, and staying a step behind him was Sherry.

She was naked save her collar. Master had allowed her to grow in a narrow strip of pubic hair. It looked like an exclamation point above her naked womanhood. As I looked closer I realized that there was ring on the third finger of her left hand. Her nails wore bright red lacquer. She seemed very nervous as she knelt, her spectacular ass towards us, at the Master's feet. 

The Master sat and began to speak. "Slaves you have done very well. I want you to eat hardy and consider working even harder. I will show you what each of you will receive if you finish the project ahead of time and under budget." He opened his robe and nodded at Sherry. The Master's large penis was fully erect. I watched with horror as my wife lifted herself onto his lap and began servicing him.

"Of course none of you will be serviced by this fine specimen. But they will be female and they will be talented."

Sherry continued her work. To me she really seemed to be really getting into it. Her head moved up and down hypnotically as she sucked off the master. All conversation stopped as we watched Sherry complete her ministrations. At last the Master grunted with pleasure and held Sherry's head so that she could not turn away. He ordered her to swallow. When she was finished the master had her face us.

"How about a round of applause boys." He leered at me and said "I better see everybody clapping." The others needed no prodding but I had to force myself to clap, mortified even as I did so. The Master had Sherry bow and then told her she could be dismissed. Suddenly Sherry took more than a glance at me. She saw the hurt in my eyes. Sherry turned beet red as she slunk away from the raised platform and back into the house. 

The next several months passed in a blur. I threw myself into the work. Once a month, like clock work, the pleasure van arrived and catered to our needs although we had no other feasts on the mansion lawn and I never saw Sherry.

We encountered a rock face too thick for our equipment so I sent word to the big house that I needed to discuss blasting with the Master. I tried to spruce myself up before I entered the house. The master was in a meeting with a four star general so I cooled my heels. I noticed that the general had a slave with him. I did a double take when I realized that the slave was Fatima!

Captivity had completely changed her. She wore a short white dress that nicely offset her skin and drew attention to her long legs and ample bust. Her hair was even longer, although now it was worn loose and framed her face magnificently. She seemed solicitous of the general but there was an air of unrelenting sadness about her eyes. The sparkle that had shown in them when she was veiled had vanished.




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I dropped my head as she and the general exited My Master's office. I felt sure that she wanted no sudden reminders of her previous life. Once they left I knew better than to ask about them. I didn't have to. 

"Quite a pair aren't they? My master said. "A general of that rank really should not get that attached to a slave. She is quite enchanting, isn't she? Even the general knows, however, that she needs more discipline. They are coming to spend the holiday weekend. He is giving her to me for the three days to fuck some of the resistance out of her.. He is getting the woman you used to be married to. Now about this blasting ..." 

I barely heard another word the bastard said but I must have communicated enough in response because one of the demolition expert guards took my check list. Slaves could not be trusted with explosives. I knew where each charge should go but there is no way that this government is giving me even something as weak as dynamite. In an angry haze I made my way back to the work site. I hate to admit it but for the rest of the day I was a real prick to my crew. I was so angry at what was going to go on in the big house this weekend I was taking it out on everybody.

Finally the slave I had gotten the closet to over this past , what, seven months? Asked me what was wrong and I leveled with him.

"That sucks Sebastian but you can't worry about it. Female slaves get traded all the time. Do you REALLY think that the Master hasn't fucked her a thousand times already? She may always love you but at the same time she has to do what any other woman in her situation would do. You need to get a hold of yourself, Piss off the master and he might sell you to a sanitation crew or highway animal carcass clean up. You are a talented engineer, you can really go places and build things that will last even if you remain a slave."

That was exactly what I needed to hear. I stopped feeling sorry for myself and buckled down. I intended to get the blasting finished by Thursday. Even slaves got the three day Founders Day weekend off. Well the male ones did at any rate.

The Master had all of his staff stand at the crest of the hill to watch the blasting. The house maids were in their customary blue thigh length skirts. The bodyguards that were not helping me blast made a perimeter around the Master. I understood now that the master cared for Sherry. Or at least cared for her as much as his society permitted him to care for a mere possession. He was on an elevated chair, Sherry sitting on his lap, looking absolutely fetching in a red linen dress. I had to admit that I really did like the Master's taste in women.

The twenty blasts came in rapid order. Everyone could feel the hillside we stood on tremble. When the smoke cleared a massive pit appeared. The Master's lake was now two thirds finished. Another two more months of excavation and with the widening of the openings to the springs and the Master's lake would begin filling. I was so close to my promised blow job that I could almost feel it.

The master had me come forward. He slid off his chair and said "This is my engineer, he is extremely talented, please give him a round of applause." All of the maids and all of the guards, and even the Master and Sherry applauded. 

"Now I am going to give him something very special." He pointed at Sherry and said "Woman, come here." Sherry was at his side in seconds."This woman is my finest possession. She means a great deal to me. I want you all to pay attention as I am about to honor a slave as few other masters ever have. Give him a kiss woman."

Sherry looked at the Master with a stunned look on her face.

"You heard me." He said.

I was coated with a fine layer of dust but Sherry didn't seem to notice as she planted a huge wet kiss on my lips. I was so stunned and so pleased that I almost forgot to kiss her back,

That inspired another round of applause and my men led the crowd in three cheers. I am sure the delight on my face made me look almost beatific. I thanked the Master profusely. The Master called Sherry back to his side and said.

"Engineer, NEVER expect me to repeat that gesture. Now come here, there are some people I would like you to meet."

I was introduced to members of the planet's engineering bureau and some journalists. Instantly I understood that the kiss from Sherry was not really a gift to me so much as it was a publicity stunt to curry favorable coverage from the media. Using a slave engineer was not popular with the many free engineers on Delta-Knox. My Master was not like most other free men on this planet. He is a Prime citizen and therefore most of the laws did not apply to him. The bureau had been surreptitiously keeping tabs on the project however and they complimented my work. They also complimented me on how well I treated my men. I made sure that the Master was given all the credit. Quietly, I was taken aside and told that if I ever gained my freedom most of the engineering firms on Delta-Knox would love to offer me a position. 

The bureau tolerated slave engineers because there were not many of us and to go against a Prime citizen was career suicide. They were happy that I had been environmentally conscious and had run a safe work site and had not cut corners. I was the kind of slave engineer they could live with. I sensed a tinge of hypocrisy in them however. I learned that free engineers used slave labor, a lot of it. The only difference between them and myself, besides the fact that I was not getting paid, was that I could not quit or refuse to do a job. 

This project met with the satisfaction of the reporters. The news media on Delta-Knox was very pro-government and pro-Prime citizen. My project would be held up as a perfect example of what a just and fair master could produce. It was a propaganda piece for the consumption of the masses . Not that there was much dissent to stifle. There was virtually no poverty, hunger or want. All of the slaves wanted their freedom but armed revolts by them were an impossibility. The army and the police and the guards kept a tight reign on any dissent either by slaves or civilians. Recalcitrant slaves simply disappeared, especially male slaves.

A short time later the festivities came to a close and my men ended our day and prepared for the long holiday weekend. For us it meant little more than three days of sleep and rest which were were certainly grateful for. It was also a tradition on Delta-Knox that on Founders Day masters gave their slaves gifts. I was told not to get two excited it was usually something like candy bars or a few cakes of soap. I decided that I would appreciate either of those. 

We spent Friday resting. Not one of us got up before noon. I hadn't realized how much sleep I had missed. We only woke up when our lunch arrived from the big house. To our surprise the Master accompanied Rita, a striking brunette maid. To our amazement he ate the same lunch as we did. The lunch was a bit fancier than we were used to and had the bonus of a second, pre-wrapped, helping that we could either eat then or save for later.

"I want to thank you men for your hard work," said the Master. "My present to you is not just the extra helping." He opened a case next to him and brought out small wrapped items. He handed one to each of us. I opened mine an was stunned to find a portable. Master read my expression and said.

"I had to pull a few strings to get that for you. First off it won't make interplanetary calls or even local calls. but it gives you better computing power then that old computer in your office. Its capacity is very limited but now you can send me pictures with your questions far easier. That may cut down the long trips both of us have been making to and from the house. You can also submit purchase lists faster."

I gave the master my sincere thanks. My own portable had been left on the space liner back when I had been captured. My job was much harder without it. I felt like a real engineer again! My men received more traditional gifts, a small box of candied delicacies, and several large cakes of soap. It turned out I got these as well, as there was an twelfth package.

"Now for something we can all enjoy!" said the Master happily. "Are you ready Rita?" She nodded, slid out of the cart on her fine long legs and stepped a few paces away from the Master's cart. The Master pushed a button and we heard sensual music. Rita began gyrating to the music and then started stripping out of her short blue skirt and blouse! My men and I watched fascinated as Rita's maid uniform disappeared. Under it was some, clearly not standard issue underwear. It was black and lacy and Rita looked magnificent in it. Rita was tall and limber. Her lithe body was supremely enchanting, Her tanned skin was smooth and even. Her stomach tightly muscled. Her breasts were large and had wonderful light areolas. Her bald pussy was mouthwatering. Eventually all that Rita remained clad in was her fetching smile and shining collar. Then the music ended and, without any fuss at all, Rita quickly redressed herself.

Naturally all of our penises were straining at their cages but, seeing Rita naked reminded us that were were men. Our fantasy lives were not dimmed by our devices. On the contrary they were heightened in just about every way. The pleasure van was scheduled to arrive in a few days. Master knew that surely when were given sexual relief in that van, that we would all be thinking of Rita. Her performance therefore not an act of cruelty but one of kindness. The Master stayed for a few moments more and then he and Rita and the cart vanished back over the hill. 

I spent the night checking out the limitations of my portable. It was, as the master said, useless for calling anywhere except the big house but otherwise it seemed intact. I could access all of the planetary environmental regulations and other things that I previously had to look up in dead media form. My men and I allowed ourselves one candy for the night and we all checked out the soap by taking our usual brief showers. For this night at least, being a slave was not unbearable.

It was only late in the night when I awoke with a start and remembered that, no doubt, tonight my wife had serviced that four star general I had encountered a few days ago. And poor Fatima would have been taken by the Master. Suddenly Rita's dance lost much of its luster in my mind. 

The rest of the weekend passed in a languid haze. Only the arrival of our lunches and dinners from the big house interrupted our lethargy. We did note that the maids that brought our meals all smelled wonderful. One of them confided in us that the Master had given all of his maids, fine, expensive perfume. I wanted to ask what he gave Sherry but knew better than to ask.

We were hard at work again on Monday. The rest gave us an extra pep in our step. It was also the day that the pleasure van arrived. While I'm sure my men were thinking about Rita as they were jerked off I could not get Sherry out of my mind. According to the calendar it was close to our third anniversary. Our current situation was not one either of us could have predicted a year ago.

I did not see the Master until two months later. We had finished excavating the lake Before we flooded the lake however, we started constructing the pier and boat house. It would be easier to anchor the pilings before the lake flooded. The Master came out to see us start the pile driver.

"You men are three weeks ahead of schedule. I appreciate your hard work. I assume you will keep up this pace so I will line up your blow jobs. If you had hoped I would get house maids to do the task, banish that thought. They are for my use alone. I will hire from a very discreet agency, probably five or six female slaves for the eleven of you. I will try to get reasonably attractive ones but since what I am planning can get even a Prime citizen in trouble, I hope you are appreciative of whatever I can get."

We thanked the Master for his efforts and watched as he and his cart vanished over the hill. Some of my men had had other owners. While no one enjoys slavery these men said that the Master was the fairest owner they had ever experienced. One of my heavy equipment operators told me that he had been kept in Chasity 24/7 for over three years before he was purchased by the Master. He was very grateful for his current arrangement. He wanted a blow job more than anything else in the world.

I divided my crew into two teams and it only took two weeks for us to finish with the pier and boat house. It helped that much of the boat house was prefabricated. We also doubled our work hours, using spotlights at night to provide illumination .At last it was time to flood the lake. The Master himself had asked for the privilege of pushing the button that would set of the charges which opened the springs.

The Master had a short ceremony before he set the charges off. All of the maids and his guards rode down in carts to watch. Sherry was with him. It was the first time we had seen each other in months, Her hair was the longest I had ever seen it. She was clad in a short emerald green, form fitting dress. I noticed that she had large diamond earrings in each ear. In all honesty I had never seen her looking more beautiful. Reflecting on the calendar, I realized that it was now just a few days after the date that marked the tenth month of our capture. I could tell by the way Sherry looked at me that she was proud of my achievement. She had always been my biggest cheerleader back on the Bernard Star colony, our home world. 

The Master gave a very simple speech. He pointed out that while I and my crew had done the labor he had had the foresight to put this crew together and keep them happy. In a way that was true. But he had not swung one pick ax or turned over one shovel of dirt. In that way the Master was like every other person who had ever contracted me for a job. Despite my toil it was ALWAYS their "work." Finally he pushed the button, a short blast and puff of smoke and in a few moments everyone could see the lake beginning to fill. The applause from everyone present was spontaneous and thunderous. The lake would fill in no more than a week.

A short while later everyone headed back to the big house. Before he left the Master gave us a nod and a wink. Apparently the women who would give us oral relief were on the way. My crew and I were very proud of ourselves as we turned in for the night. We hoped that tonight the women would arrive so we all showered and spruced ourselves up. Dinner arrived from the big house and were all delighted to see that it was a feast. There was so much food it took two carts to bring it all down. We gorged ourselves and put a lot of it aside for later. We were a disappointed bunch when lights out arrived and the overseers locked us in. 

It was close to two A.M. When we heard the overseers unlocking our quarters. The lights came on and we saw the Master pull up in his cart. Behind him, in separate cart was one of his bodyguards. He was surrounded by women! We were ordered to strip, our chastity devises sprang open and all of us were instantly erect. Because I was the boss I got first pick. I focused on a short red head with a winsome smile. She looked vaguely like Sherry. My wife (I still thought of her that way) was much prettier of course but I was not in a mood to complain. I was in heaven as she knelt before me and her sweet lips encircled my shaft. I had nearly forgotten how wonderful oral sex was. She was supremely talented as she worked her way along my shaft with tongue and lips. When I came in a massive load she made no move to tun away but swallowed every drop.

My men and I were all serviced in under an hour. Then, as quickly as they had arrived, the women were gone and we were back in our chastity devices. All of us slept some of the best sleep we had ever had in our lives. It was only later that we realized that the women were quite ordinary looking. Not one real beauty amongst the bunch. On the other hand the worst that you could say about them was that they were very plain. Not one of them had gotten naked but that didn't seem to matter.

We were woken at our usual time the next morning. The Master appeared and we gave him three cheers. Then he began to speak.

You men have done very well. And your hard work is appreciated. In fact you engineer has been nominated for an award! The Bureau of Engineers is very impressed with this project and have deemed it a planetary improvement. There is no restriction on the status of the engineer. In other words the fact that your boss is a slave does not make a difference as to his eligibility! There will even be a banquet for him to attend. I will even supply him with a date. Now as to your next project ..." 

I had a hard time focusing on the rest of the Master's speech. I was beside myself with pride. Later we set to work on the next project which was a terraced road from the boat house to the big house. It would be an easy project and would be far less backbreaking than the lake had been. It would take at most two months from start to finish. Arriving with our lunch were three representatives of the Bureau of Engineers. They presented me with a certificate of achievement. They all stressed the point that my selection for the award was not based on the fact that I was owned by a Prime citizen but was selected on its own merits.

Their leader took me aside. "If this project is selected the best, it comes with a 300,000 credit award. That money goes to you. While you are currently a slave and are prohibited from spending it it will be put aside for you. IF you can come up with an additional 200,000 credits you can purchase your freedom and a citizenship. You COULD have all the rights of Delta-Knox citizen. The only restriction on you would be, as a former slave, you would not be permitted to travel outside of the Confederation but there are enough planets in the Confederation for any man. My firm would love to hire you. To be honest we think your talents are spectacular." 

My feet barely touched the ground the rest of the day. The banquet was scheduled for seven months away. I spent the next several days supervising my crew, but the new project was so simple that they really didn't need me which is why I was loaned to another Prime citizen. I was blindfolded and transported to a farm some distance away from my Master's estate.

When my hood was removed I faced a much older man. He had to be close to eighty "Greetings engineer . I am Prime citizen Dumont. Since I am not your owner you will address me as Prime citizen. I am renting you from your current owner because of your excellent skills. Now that I am in the middle of my life I have thought about my legacy. You shall build that legacy for me. I imagine that it will take about six months. You will have a larger crew than your current Master's and it will involve extensive blasting. I have been able to get you permission to do your own blasting but you will be supervised at all times. Screw up with the explosives or use them inappropriately I will flog you to within the very inch of your life. Is that clear?" 

His project floored me. Dumont was a rancher, raising quadros, the four legged beasts that served as a principal food on Delta-Knox. Jutting from the edge of his property was a granite tor. Dumont wanted it blasted and polished into the shape of one of the beasts! Because of the general size and shape of the tor it would actually not require as much blasting as might be expected. The real hard part would be carving it and polishing it within the six month window. I was introduced to my new crew of twenty five. My room was spartan but was actually within Dumont's own mansion. 

Dumont was a stickler for keeping his slaves in chastity 24/7. In other ways however he was quite generous. Every night, when my crew was finished for the night and I retreated to the mansion, a pretty young blonde maid named Tammy undressed me and gave me a bath. My penis was locked away but having her gentle touch daily made me feel human at least.




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My crew lived elsewhere, in an outbuilding that was lavishly appointed. My crew had video games, music, limited internet access and all the food they could possibly want. They were as content as they could be under the circumstances. We worked 18 hour days six days a week. Dumont also rigidly enforced our Saturdays off, making sure that no work was done.

My crew and I watched fascinated as the beast emerged from the rock. I had only taken one sculpture course as an undergraduate. I was amazed at how much I remembered from it. Dumont was overjoyed with my work. To tell you the truth I was so busy that I did not have much time to think of Sherry. I also barely noticed that I had sailed past my first year of slavery.

Before I knew it the six months were over. The giant beast attracted all sorts of attention. The Bureau of Engineers was again impressed with my work. This project did not go over well with the environmental watchdogs, however. They would have preferred that the tor be left in its natural state but Prime citizens tended to get what they wanted. I had no idea what my master had been paid for my services but I understood it was quite substantial with an added bonus to him for me finishing on time. 

I looked forward to seeing my old crew when it came time to leave. I had grown to like Dumont's crew but since I slept in the mansion we did not bond as I had with my old crew. When the time came to leave, the hood again slid over my head and I was transported back to my Master.

He was waiting for me in his living room. For the first time in six months I saw Sherry. She fairly glowed with an inner beauty. She was clad in a gold foil dress. I drank all of her in then my heart dropped. She was obviously pregnant. The Master saw the look on my face,

"It is only because I respect you so much engineer, I will allow the two of you to talk." As he headed into the next room he told his guards, "Allow them no displays of affection." The guards remained in the room.

"Sherry ..."

"Sebastian! ... Yes, it is the Master's child. Upon the first anniversary of my enslavement the Breeding Program Committee decreed that I bear the Master two children. After that I will be impregnated by another man. They won't tell me who the man is but I am told to expect that he will turn out to be an officer in the Marine Corps. The Master would like to keep me for himself but not even Prime citizens can go against the Slave Breeding Committee. Do not look sad, Sebastian,I am resigned to my fate.  

I have spoken to the Master on your behalf. If you win the Planetary Improvement Award I have extracted his promise that he will help you become a citizen. He is very fond of me and wants to please me. My name is now Belle by the way. I want to see you become a citizen. You are meant to be better than being a mere slave."

"But without you.." I started to reply. 

She put a finger to my lips. "Do not morn for me. My life is not that bad. No, I do not have my freedom, but neither am I mistreated. The first months were very hard but now the Master pampers me always. He will be a good father to our children. Because he is a Prime citizen our children will be citizens as well. As to the future, I am told that Marines are so delighted when they are permitted to have children that they treat the women they are given like queens. After my time with the officer concludes I will be returned to our Master. Despite everything he IS a good man."

I took in all of Sherry's words. I looked deep into her eyes and saw love for me there, and something else. There was one question I HAD to know the answer to. "Do you love him?" I asked. Emotions danced over Sherry's face. She drew in a breath and said, "Yes, to be honest Sebastian, I do.I do." 

I was sad but not overly surprised. I knew from personal experience that the Master could be quite charming and kind. I knew that he would be good to her.

I looked at her swollen belly and raised my hand. 

"May I?" I asked.

She looked at the guards who made a non-committal gesture. I touched her belly and after a few seconds felt movement. I smiled. On some level I was happy for Sherry even if it was not my child, pregnancy suited her well. I took my hand away and a few moments later the Master returned to the room. Sherry and I stepped apart.

The Master made a gesture and Sherry left the room.

"Now do you realize that that part of your life is at an end? I am quite fond of that woman. Once her time of breeding is over I may appeal to the council to free her. It will cost me a fortune but she is worth it. Only by marrying her can I free her. I have have many slaves but Only she has made me want to become a father and raise children. She has done what the Breeding Committee has failed to do for the last five years. In a way she arrived just in time. Not even a Prime citizen can thwart the Slave Breeding Committee forever."

"In a month," he continued, "will be the Bureau of Engineers Banquet. I will be bringing Belle, which is now the name of the woman who was once your wife, and you will be taking Rita as your date. I hope that you have not forgotten how to dance. I made a promise to Belle that if you won the Planetary Improvement award I would help you earn your freedom. Engineer, there are several things you MUST know. First, even Prime citizens are limited in how much they can aide slaves. I can help you earn your freedom but I can not give it to you outright. Although I am your owner, legally you are bonded to the state. Only the state can free you. They want to know that freed slaves will have jobs and not be a burden to the state. That is why there is such a steep price for citizenship, Even with your freedom there will be some limitations. Former slaves for example can not travel outside of the Confederation or become Prime citizens. I have put aside some of the money I earned from renting you to Prime citizen Dumont; spectacular job by the way. If you win the prize, the money I have put aside for you will be just enough for you to purchase a citizenship. Legally that is the best I can do. Is that clear?" 

I thanked the master profusely and then asked permission to visit my men, I decided to walk, exploring and enjoying the pathway my men had made in my absence. They had done a very fine job. I arrived at our building just as everyone was coming in from the day's chores. Dinner would be arriving shortly. My men were all happy to see me and I was glad to see them. We caught up on events. I was stunned to see a photograph of my giant stone beast in our quarters.

"Master is very proud of you." They explained. It felt good to be in my old office again. My men had not touched a thing out of respect for me. That felt great. After dinner we all wound down. I thought about Sherry, now Belle, often. For the first time since I had been forced to land on this alien world, I tried NOT thinking of her as my wife. 

The rest of the month passed quickly. Most of the work we did was make work projects like painting and paving. Master did not want to start anything new if he was soon to be without an engineer. I wondered about the other projects that I would be competing with. I had no idea what they were but that did not bother me. I looked long and lovingly at my lake. By now it was stocked and the Master let us take a limited number of fish per week to supplement our meals. 

The lake, pier, and the boathouse became a favorite show place of the Master. Often the maids came down for a swim. The Master did not approve of bathing suits so we got to feast our eyes on their luscious nudity. The new road made the lake so much more accessible. About a week before the banquet the four star general I had encountered earlier arrived for a weekend on the lake. As before he was accompanied by Fatima.

Master, Belle (I tried to think of her as that now) the general, and Fatima came down to the lake. The general asked to meet the engineer of the project. I was summoned to the lake. There. sunning themselves in the nude, were my former wife and Fatima. Trying to be unobtrusive, I stared at them.. Belle's swollen belly was actually quite becoming. If anything pregnancy made her even more beautiful. I remembered her every curve from when I had been her husband; but the pregnancy swelled her breasts and gave her new curves. She was enchanting. As to Fatima, who had retained her name but nothing else from her former life, I envied the general very much. Her dark skin glistened with oil. Her long legs were fine and shapely. Her pussy was now bald but still enchanting. Her long black hair now reached nearly to her buttocks. She did not seem self conscious in the least. However, her eyes had recovered only a bit of their former spark. Focusing on the general, I answered all of his questions and gave him a run down of everything that had been done. He complimented me and told me the my certificate of merit was greatly deserved. I thanked him and excused myself. As I departed I took a good look at the general and the Master. Both were in tip top shape, especially the general who despite being past forty had the body of a much younger man. His penis was larger than average. Unbidden an image of him fucking my wife came to mind. I pushed the image away. 

The night before the banquet I was summoned to the big house to be fitted for my suit. It was a formal affair. Mine was only a rental and not comparable to the Master's ornate and diamond bedecked version. The women modeled the dresses they would wear. Belle wore a green number that offset her eyes and hair and made her belly appear smaller. Rita was wearing a short black dress and heels. It emphasized her fantastic legs and wonderful tits. My imprisoned penis was in pain every time I looked at her. The contrast of her tanned skin with her highly polished collar was striking. I knew that the Master favored her quite a bit so it was an honor to have her accompany me.

To travel to the banquet we rode the Master's transport. Even though everyone knew where we were going, Belle, Rita, and myself as slaves, had to be hooded until we reached our destination. Master was very careful not to muss the hair. The banquet was the most fun I had had since my capture. Rita was a fine dancer and moved enchantingly around the dance floor. I felt nearly like a free man. At one point Belle asked if she could dance with me but the Master disallowed it. Finally it came time to announce the merit award winners and then the grand prize winner. As a slave I could not do my own presentation. I stood next to the master as he described what I did. To be honest he gave a better presentation than I would have done by myself. He is an excellent public speaker. 

It was the first time I had gotten a look at the competition. There was obvious talent but nothing appeared too daunting. My project was one of the largest and was one of the few that had been completed by just one engineer. I was most worried about a terraced rice production farm. In the end however there could be only one obvious winner.

The chairman of the board announced that I had won. The Master accepted on my behalf and everyone shook my hand. Even though I could not spend it, I now had 300,00 credits to my name. But if the Master came through on his promise, I had earned my freedom! I memorized the names and addresses of every engineer that shook my hand.

Past midnight, we slaves back under our hoods, the Master and the rest of us drove home. It had been a wonderful night. When we arrived back at the Master's mansion he gathered us all together. I will never forget his speech.

"Sebastian, you have done well. When the banks open I will add the money I promised you to your account. That will make you happy of course, but more importantly to me, it will make Belle very happy and I want nothing more than her constant happiness. On the downside, I will need to purchase a new engineer. " He picked up the electronic key and said"There is only one way that this perfect evening can end." I felt my chastity device open. "Rita, lead him to the guest room, You will obey him as if he were me tonight."

Rita seemed very eager as she led me to the nearest guest room. I wasted no time in stripping and ridding myself of my now open, never to be worn again, chastity device. Slowly, deliciously I undressed Rita. Under her dress, the sexiest underwear I had ever seen. Even sexier than when she had preformed her striptease for my men. Apparently the Master had anticipated my victory. Rita's fantastic body was so smooth and so enchanting. I delighted in burying my tongue in her hairless sex and exploring every part of her body. It was the first time I had sex in well over a year and the first time in an even longer span that my partner was not Sherry.

Making up for lost time I fucked Rita until I simply could not get it up any more. Only then did I snuggle up to her fascinating body and fall asleep. I slept like the dead. I was not prepared to see Sherry. now Belle, the first thing in morning when I woke up. Rita was still asleep, wrapped around me. Belle entered the bed chamber carrying a breakfast tray for Rita and myself. She was dressed in a short robe and slippers.

Immediately I flushed with embarrassment and tried to cover myself. She laughed.

"Sebastian, you don't belong to me anymore. I have no right to take offense. On the contrary I am very happy that you have been permitted to have sex again. Rita is lovely and a good woman. She is also my friend. Believe me, there are plenty of slaves that the Master owns whom I WOULD be upset about if you slept with. The Master has sent me to relay a message. Since you are now a free man he would like you out of the house by noon. He will transport you to any where you want to go but you MUST leave. 

"He also said that I could give you this."

She bent down and placed a short passionate kiss on my lips.

Her last words to me were "Goodbye Sebastian, part of me will ALWAYS love you."

Before noon I accomplished many things. Once she awoke, I thanked Rita profusely. To my delight, Rita thanked ME! After breakfast I visited my former crew. They were very happy for me and I promised them that if I ever had the funds and the opportunity I would purchase every one of them. The Master had apparently said everything he wanted to through my former wife. I never saw him again. A few moments before noon a guard drove me away from the Master's estate. For the first time I saw the countryside around it. I decided that Delta-Knox was a very pretty world. A while later, the transport stopped in front of the largest engineering firm on the planet. They were very glad to see me.