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Slave Immigrant Ch. 01

By: OldGuy1026



I have never felt so alive, so sexually satisfied as I have been in the past five years. Five years, where has the time gone, it's amazing. My butt is still tingling from last night, I wish the Doctor's wouldn't give me fast-heal drugs, but they say the discomfort is too distracting. So let's go back to where it all started.

I was born on a protected planet called Earth, in a system one hundred and twenty-seven light years away from here. For the most part the planet is disorganized with rival governments, pockets of good technology and some pretty bad. What I can tell you is that we did have the internet, a connected worldwide system of computers where we played about with little idea of the consequences of our actions. 

Now that's not to say I committed any crime. But some people could watch and track the blogs you read, the pictures you down-load, the fetish stores to stop and look at, time after time. So even though I was just a harmless lurker, somebody made a calculated guess as to my fetishes, and wishes. So be careful next time you innocently take an on-line test as to how kinky you are. Or, talk to people of an on-line forum, and reminisce about your past lovers. Curse or a lucky chance, you decide.

I lived in North America, quiet comfortable life. And yes, some experiments, secret fun on the computer, and I died. Nothing special, caught a bad cold, turned out to be pneumonia, and I died of repertory distress in my sleep. For me it was just going to sleep and then a very odd dream.

"Mister Jones," called a voice in the dark, "Mister Jones would you like to be a sex slave?"

"Wow," I groaned in my sleep, "that would be nice." But there is a reality here, "I'm eighty-two, and my wife would not approve. Who'd want to be with an old guy like me?"

"Mister Jones," the voice answered evenly, "your brain is still alive. We can transfer your mind into a newly cloned body based on your DNA, you will be better than ever young, handsome, and sexually attractive to others."

I had to laugh, "why would anybody find me attractive," I asked.

"Let's just say," said the voice with a bit of humour, "we have some good plastic surgeons on staff."

"Oh that's expensive," I told him, "how can I pay that off?"

"Let's just say," concluded the voice, "we're recruiters for a very special contract. On your world a good prostitute get's paid a hundred dollars an hour, more if he or she allows themselves to be spanked before they have sex. Would you like to get paid to have you ass spanked three times a day? That's an easy three thousand dollars a day."

I did that once, I was a slave to a couple one weekend, and it was great. At least once a day for the rest of my life I thought about that weekend. It was a wonderful memory I kept in my heart for the longest time, and still do. I wanted it.

"Okay," I said to the dark, "I'll do it."

"Good," concluded the voice, "begin preparations, when you wake up your court appointed counsellor will talk to you."

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I woke up after a nice comfortable sleep and had a king size woody. Okay I didn't have one of those foot long dicks that you hear in all those sexy stories. I'm sorry to say even when I was young and six feet tall, I only had a six inch dick, but it was all natural and mine. Now normally I'd be dreaming about, well, sex in order to be so aroused. I got out of waking up with morning wood by the time I turned fifty. This was interesting.

So I reached down started stroking, thinking about maybe humping a pillow when I noticed the bed I was in didn't have a pillow. After opening my eyes and looking about, I was in a hospital bed of some sort. Worse still I was naked, in a bed of some sorts white sheet under me, but the blanket was more quilt than sheet. I looked down and well there was my circumcised penis still ready to go, but the rest of me, wow!

Where did I get this buff body? Flat belly, buff chest, thin waist, legs, even my toes were,....nice. True I was in some ways still me, covered in black body hair, not too thick, except for my testicles. More than anything I wanted to see my face, when a voice interrupted me.

"Good morning Mister Jones," said a voice with a mechanical lithe. 

I looked into a dark corner and came face to face with my first robot. I mean I assume it was a robot, maybe an android, but it was mechanical. Humanoid in shape, head, two arms, two legs, synthetic skin covering of some sort, and dead camera eyes instead of real eyes. 

"What are you," I asked it.

"I am the room's medical android," said the android, "Unit 01-00-375-44, however many of you Earthmen call me Nurse Ratchet. Or Nurse. I am a part of this room, number 01-00-375-44, here to meet your needs till you are released from this room. Now, do you need, food, clothing, to go to the bathroom, or a good spanking?"

"Well," I said as I tried to cover my erection. I was hungry, but part of me wanted sexual satisfaction.

"I should remind you," said the Android as it moved closer to me, "you agreed to become a sex slave. Sex slaves are not allowed to play with themselves."

"No wait a minute," I said, but it was too late. I tried punching, kicking, and every close combat move I knew, it just didn't work. I was over that robot's mechanical knee so fast and got my first spanking. 

That mechanical hand with its artificial skin covering was better than any cyber-skin I ever felt. The inside must have been pure steel, and well I didn't count, but sure enough I lost any interest in my erection. For some reason the programming in that robot was pretty good, I was in complete submission but still had enough control not to break down and cry. 

"Since you've been a bad slave," concluded the Android, "you may only wear this." It handed me a white cotton brief of some sort. There was no elastic band, but strings so that I would have to tie the sides up to hold on to my hips. I looked up and saw a full length mirror of myself in the briefs. I looked more like a boy-toy than my old self. More than that, I looked no more than eighteen, and needed a shave.

"Stop admiring yourself and eat some breakfast," the Android told me. It pointed to a small side-table with a bowl of soup of some sort and glass of clear liquid. "Any more misbehaving and I'll have you wearing nappies and denied bathroom privileges."

I quickly sat down on the contoured chair which reminded me of the spanking I just received. How did they know that I toyed with Diaper Domination, but never went through with it? The soup was more like porridge with a slight mingling of sweetness just enough to make it interesting. The glass of clear liquid was just water, but it was cold and a robotic arm kept filling the glass.

"Drink the water," the Android told me.

"I've had three glasses," I told it. "It keeps filling the glass."

"You will drink six glasses of water," the Android told me, "anything less and I'll lock a chastity diaper on you. Do you want to empty your bowels in a toilet or in a diaper?"

I kept drinking the water and wondering why I ever even considered diaper bondage. After six glassed of water the arm stopped re-filling and I finished the breakfast. I felt better with the slight hunger gone.

"Your court appointed counsellor will be here in half an hour," the Android told me. "You should use the bathroom before he sees you."

"Okay," I agreed, "where is it?" Secretly I hope it would not tell me to do it in my pants.

"In there," the Android pointed to a dark room behind a door that opened. "Let me explain," it continued, "this is an extremely high tech medical bathroom. Most homes have one. You are not going to just take a piss and a dump. The room will have non-evasive catheters go into your body remove the waist products, give you a medical examination, and bath you all at once. If you are good special goggles will let you watch a short movie, even masturbate; if you earned that reward. Medication will also be applied to that red bum of yours in case you need another spanking. So just relax and step in."

So I stepped inside and sure enough I watched a movie about what was going on. I even got to see up my own colon as I was give a non-evasive enema so that if somebody wanted to fuck me up the ass I would not have an accident and shit the bed. To say the least the bathing was a nice experience.

I came out of the bathroom and found my court appointed counsellor sitting at a chair opposite the side-table. Nurse Ratchet was standing in the corner not moving. The Counsellor looked no more than thirty or so, wore a white suit or uniform and had a rather sturdy brief-case. He had almost pinkish skin, and a heavy nose, he was the first Alien I ever met.

"Turn around and bend over," he told me, "did Nurse Ratchet spank you into submission?"

"Well not too much," I said turning and bending over bed. "Wait a minute," I asked standing up. "Aren't you my court appointed counsellor?"

"Sure," he said not getting up from his chair, "but I wanted to make sure I'm talking to Mister Alfred Pontiac Jones and not a slave who would do anything to get his next sexual fix."

"Oh," now that made sense, "no, I would have to say I don't feel like I'm under any pressure."

"Okay we'll skip that line of questioning," he concluded as he jotted some notes on his lap-top. "I want to explain your legal options and obligations here. The Company, whose long list of corporations and individuals has through a loop-hole in the immigration laws taken you from your home planet of birth and brought you here. Now you are obligated to pay them back for transportation and you cloned body which is based on your DNA but with all the bad genes taken out. So no worries about Cancer, Alzheimer's disease, or quite a few other diseases your science hasn't found yet. With proper diet and exercise you will live to the grand old age of two hundred. How does that sound like an immigration incentive?"

"Cool," I laughed. This place was great.

"Not so cool," said the Counsellor, "this whole procedure cost five million, two hundred and fifty thousand credits. You are obligated to pay that fee."

"Yea but a good prostitute who gets spanked can earn up to three thousand dollars a night," I shot back.

"Ten American Dollars has the buying power of one Galactic Credit," laughed the Counsellor. "The average untrained labourer earns about fifteen thousand six hundred credits a year; it would take you over three hundred years to pay back you debt." 

"What are you getting at, I thought this was all sex and good times. Isn't prostitution legal out here?"

"Oh it is Mister Jones, very legal when you choose the right words. But remember those chosen words you said, "a good prostitute." Granted you humans from Earth are a novelty in more ways than one, but I must remind you, you may not have any choice as to who you give yourself to."

"Fat broads," I said remembering how seeing an extremely over-weight person sickened me.

"Overweight people are a sign of bad health. So don't worry too much about that. Over ninety-nine percent of the people you will give yourself to are aliens." He then showed me some pictures of aliens. Some looked like cat-men, bears, gorillas, centaurs, bird-men, and beefy looking women with some rather odd looking vaginas.

"Who are those tough looking gals," I had to ask.

"Heredshe," he explained. "A planet where the females are very dominate. They are humanoid, and their vagina is capable of inserting an egg into a male and gets him pregnant. When really sexually charged they will butt-fuck a man and plant a fertilized egg into a man's colon. Plenty of them come through our ports and prefer male sex slaves. You Earth Men look very similar to their own men. So expect to wear high heels, stocking, short skirt, and a good slap on the rump. You will earn triple the usual rate when submitting to one. A trip to the bathroom will take care of things."

"You mean I could get knocked up," I asked.

"Knock up," he questioned. Then shook his head, "I'm sorry I don't speak Earth English, what did you say?"

"What are you talking about? I'm speaking perfectly good English."

"No," explained the Councillor, "that was part of your new body, language conditioning, you were sleep trained in the language of Coalition Galactic. The Office of the Galactic Governor insisted all bonded immigrants receive language training. You will be punished for speaking in a foreign language so don't."

"Punished in what way?"

"You're pay would be docked." He laughed, "they certainly will not spank you, you'd enjoy it too much." His laugh was infectious and I chuckled too. "Look," he continued, "you owe the Company a lot of money, and you don't know much about what goes on here. As a Representative of the Galactic Governor we give all immigrants a small lap-top computer with limited planetary telecommunication capability and free education programs. I suggest you learn about the local customs, Coalition, Contract Law, and well a trade of some sort. So for the time being until you learn the basics of society your movements are curtailed."

"I'm under house arrest?"

"For your own safety,....yes."

"And if I don't like being in this hospital room?"

"Well," he chuckled, "I can transfer you to a prison cell and from there to a Company Labour Camp." That made me stop and think for a moment.

"Do you want to be a sex slave," he asked me. "Prostitute, Courtesan, the house boy-toy, as a house boy you would be well paid. In a few years earn your freedom."

"Yes sir, I do."

"Okay," he said as he opened his briefcase and took out a metal collar, "this is it." He held it out in front of me. "Take this and put it around your neck. You put it on, and you accept you are a sex slave, class ten. I can pay one credit and then spank you and fuck your ass."

I couldn't help myself, I actually had a hard-on as I took the collar. It seemed to be a seamless piece of metal no hinges or anything. It seemed somewhat flexible as I put it around my neck and the ends just seemed to melt together. Timidly I undid the strings to my bikini bottom and let it fall to the floor. I turned around and bent over the table offering my ass to him. Instead of feeling his touch I heard the door open and close.

"That was stupid," said Nurse Ratchet as I heard her move behind me. "You should have asked if he was married, or a homosexual." I felt a cool hand stroke my behind and then a finger ran up the crack of my ass. "He could have given you more information, but you propositioned him and made him nervous." The hand patted my ass. "Turn around," it ordered.

Nurse Ratchet seemed to have bulked up and was sporting a very large erection. It pushed be back against the bed and I fell back. It lifted my legs and spread them, I felt a greased finger enter my behind.

"Open up to me," it instructed. "Heredshe women don't like it if a man is too resistant. A little resistance is good, but most important of all, is not to act. Enjoy it, hate it, moan only if it hurts, and don't be afraid to cry." It quickly pulled aside and held my legs together with one arm while the other diaper spanked me.

"Oh Jesus," I cried, it hurt like hell to have my ass that stretched out and paddled.

"Six with the cane after I fuck you," it told me. "You spoke in Earth English again. I'm guess we'll have to train you to take the name of a local god in vain when you are taken by surprise." It then gave me a dozen more before it put me back into a face-to-face fucking position.

I was definitely in sub-space when it took me. Those mechanical eyes seemed to bore into me. Despite how sore my ass was I could feel android's fake testicles bouncing on my sore cheeks. The thrusts were long, hard and slowly built in rhythm. The Android got more fanatical it seemed to have nice breast that I wanted to touch, but it pushed my hands back and over my head. My penis was so built up and I was so, so ready to cum when it stopped.

"But," I gasped wanting to reach down and finish myself off.

"NO!" It told me pushing my hands away. "A real Heredshe would be well satisfied. To spill your seed outside the Vagina is a sin." From somewhere, and I don't know where, it produced a set of shackles. "Slave shackles," it explained as a black leather collar formed over my metal one, except this one had some chains that went to wrist cuffs. "These will keep you from touching yourself." It then pushed me on my back and attached a pair to each ankle which had chains that went to my waist. "These are designed to keep you in the position of shame. Go kneel in that corner. I went and kneeled in the corner. The chains shortened as my ankles were pulled to my side and my legs went apart. The black corner walls went reflective, I could see myself. My dick was so sore and aroused I felt terrible.

Sometime later Nurse Ratchet knelt beside me. Her cool hands caressed my bottom while the other played with my balls and still erect cock. What was it doing now?

"It is said," it explained as it played with me, "that punishment after one has an orgasm is more painful. This will be your punishment for speaking in Earth English."

"I thought being here with the agony of not having an orgasm was the punishment."

"Twenty-two thousand people paid a half credit just to see you get your first ass fucking on the internet. Twice as many are going to watch you get your first taste of the cane. And even though you were surgically made impudent, there is a good auction for your seed. Rumour has it; Earthman seed has a salty taste, a unique taste of your planet. The novelty will wear off fast, but the Company needs the profit."

"Are you an android or is somebody behind you?"

"Twelve strokes of the cane, instead of six. Any more smart-ass remarks?"

I wasn't sure which was more humiliating forced to cum or simply being on an internet broadcast. I didn't mind that my cum was to be auctioned off, heck one step closer to freedom. After I assumed the position over the bed I realized I was not locked down, I would have to remain in place during the ordeal.

"There," it pointed to my open lap-top inches from my face. "The screen will display the name of a god. You will say its name with enthusiasm, and not Earth English. Each time you cry in Earth English will mean another lesson, and another day kneeling in the corner. So," the cane stroked my well spanked bottom, "say the name of the god, count off the stroke, and ask for another."

There was nothing worse than having to keep your head about yourself as you get punished. I had to remain in place, read a book, count the stroke, and ask for more. I swallowed hard, and waited.

THAWACK!

I forgot just how much a cane can hit. The pain shot through me like a rifle shot. My feet wanted to kick out I gripped the bed and closed my eyes. The cane lightly tapped me on the back. Oh crap, I said to myself.

"Hummm," commented the Android. "Did we forget to do something? Tomorrow will be a long day in Diaper Bondage. Some people like to do that sort of thing. Now pay attention."

THAWACK! I looked at the screen it said Thor, god of Justice to the people of the Middle Kingdom.

"THOR," I shouted, as I clenched my toes, "one. Thank you, may I have another."

"Still getting it wrong, you just earned a day wearing a diaper and walking in high heels, like any good Heredshe man."

THAWACK! This time the screen said Veronica, goddess of strength on Heredshe.

"Veronica," I shouted through the pain, "one. Thank you Mistress; may I have another."

THAWACK! Jadaria god of inner knowledge on the planet Puq.

"Jadaria, two. Thank you Mistress; may I have another." By the time I reached eight it stopped and allowed me to cry a bit before it continued. Eventually it was over and I felt like a quivering mass of very sore flesh. I fell asleep, my first day as a sex slave and I already earned the company fifty-five thousand five hundred credits.

Slave Immigrant Ch. 02



Edited by Nightbird

Okay let's recap; in part one I told you how my dead brain was kidnapped and I was offered the chance to live again as a Bonded Immigrant on a star system one hundred and twenty-seven light years away. And I wasn't the only person who was taken this way, seems the Company; a conglomerate of several corporations has taken over a thousand humans from Planet Earth. For the post part they refer to us as "Protected Planet Earth" as if that is much of a description, but there are many other planets named after the surface covering. 

They took a sample of my DNA and filtered it so that I would not come down with any hereditary diseases to live longer. The cloned body was also given some body modifications, sculpting, and mind language training so that we could quickly fit into their society as low level workers. The only choices I had were unskilled Labourer or Prostitute. And since they knew I frequented sexual submission websites and chat-rooms, well it was enough for their "Human Recourses" Department to match my job profile. I was a Class Ten Prostitute, a lowly sex slave there to be spanked, tormented, and endure whatever humiliations to be unloaded on me. Worse still when I was raped by an Android they knew I was ready to go to work for the lowest paid visitors to the Corporation's Anything Goes Zone, Heredshe spacewomen.

The Heredshe are a planet where, well the humanoid women are the dominate species. It is possible for other humanoid men and women to have sex with them, but it is a different experience. At any rate I soon learned that the starport's medical facility I was kept at was also the holding area for thirty other Bonded Immigrants from the Protected Planet Earth. The lot of us were kept for ten days while we were being "checked-out" for medical problems. Surprisingly the whole lot of us were to be transferred on the same day to the Boom-Boom Room. A quaint entertainment facility; that was on the outer border of Central City's space-port and gateway to the Freedom Quadrant of the City.

The Boom-Boom Room was originally a bar with half a dozen back rooms where prostitutes had eager patrons ready for a quick fuck. That was over a hundred years ago, now the place was a multi-level complex about the size of an average five star hotel. It reminded me of the Watergate Hotel for some unknown reason.

So while we all come from a planet called Earth, we then became sex slaves on the planet Free Skies. Capital City, Central City, population forty million, talk about interesting names. Free Skies is a member planet of the Coalition, which is made up of about a dozen inhabited solar systems. Transporting of bonded sex slaves was like something out of an Anne Rice novel; we were hung up on hover-racks to be taken in one long chain for a five block move to the Boom-Boom Room. 

My only belonging was my lap-top which was clamped to one side of the rack while my wrist and ankles were pulled apart suspending me on a flying X. At least I wasn't hanging upside down. The only nice thing was that I and everyone else was wearing the flimsy cloth bikini bottom held by strings. Six men and twenty one women, and from what I could see, we were all from Earth.

"Hey," said a blond woman on the next cart, "I'm from Detroit."

"I'm from Chicago," said a guy a little ways over.

"Seattle."

"London, England," called another from the back.

"I'm from Edmonton, Alberta," I called. "That's in Canada."

"Well we ain't stupid," another voice called back.

"By Koon's Flaming haemorrhoids," bellowed an authoritative voice. A firm hand smacked me on the bottom and I saw our lead wrangler looked very concerned. "You people are all Bonded Sex Slaves, you should be ashamed of yourselves, now shut up while we move you to your new home."

"Well some of us are excited and want to be here," a defiant voice called back.

This made the overseerer even more upset as a few others agreed and began talking to their neighbours as if being carried off in public was an everyday thing. I kept my mouth shut, I was at the head of the line and the guy was standing right behind me. This guy looked like the classic overseerer, six foot two, thirty pounds overweight, wore some sort of a uniform, including a well worn leather bomber jacket. He even had a pistol of some sort on his hip, which was on a utility belt which held several pouches. He was talking into his cell phone because this was a little beyond him. 

I later learned that the Company usually might have about as many as six bonded sex slaves transferred from other cities or in-system. To most locals of Free Skies being so dead flat broke that you have to prostitute yourself to this level was utter shame. I guess coming from sexually repressed Earth the idea of being a 24/7 sex slave openly is rather exciting. Some folks would even pay for that to happen.

"Alright take off your belts and give them all twenty," the Overseerer called as the frames suddenly bent over and us too presenting our asses in the air. "Take their panties off too," he ordered as he pulled mine off. "We'll take them over naked."

"All of them," asked one of the guards who struggled with his pant's belt.

"Hey you need a hand," asked a group of Space Marines who were passing by carrying their duffel bags. "You got lots of ass there to handle."

"You won't have to even pay me for helping," said another who openly groped Seattle's behind. "Just let me stuff my gun into this pretty one right here, right now."

"What are you doing Lance Corporal," bellowed an even louder voice.

"Helping the civilian handle these bonded sex slaves, SIR!"

"You're disgracing the Uniform."

"I'll gladly take it off sir."

"You'll do no such thing Lance Corporal. Now pick up your things and move along with your mates. You don't want me to report you after such a long voyage do you?"

"No sir," I couldn't see him move away. "And thank you sir," he called back.

"You there," the Officer called.

"Yes sir," said the Overseerer. A belt smacked me smartly across the bottom, "eyes straight ahead."

"Do you have a permit to," he paused for a moment, "do whatever this is."

"Yes sir, here's my permit. This is the accepted method of transporting Bonded Sex Slaves, Class 10. Very un-rudely lot sir. And these Earthmen, well they just need the discipline. I have a robot runner bringing some extra discipline equipment, gags and butt-plugs all round."

"Why so many."

"The Unofficial Earth Contact Law sir. For a year we've been allowed to make contact with Earth and have immigrants. Except nobody but the Company found a way to get them over. These people actually want to be here."

"Darn right," said somebody further down, who obviously hasn't been paddled yet.

"And you got all of them here," asked the Officer.

"Well the Company has thirty for Central City sir. Each major city got about thirty, another twenty or so for the orbital cities. Actually about thirty-five hundred in this first lot."

"First lot," the officer said after a long pause.

"Look sir," said the Overseerer, "all I was told for the next year every three months we can expect three to four thousand. It's no big secret."

"I'll have a platoon of Space Port Police here to escort your party. I'll post an official memo, either one handler per slave, or request an escort for this large amount."

With the help of the police the lot of us were paddled, gagged, and a rather uncomfortable plug went up our rectums. I guess one slave might not cause too much attention, but it was like a circus parade as we were moved through the foot-paths of the spaceport. What I didn't know was that we were in the "X-Rated" section of the Spaceport. Three quarters of the spaceport was no different than say an airport. Regular airports had families with their children. The X-Rated section did not. A practicing nudist could strip down to their boots and walk to the Free Section of the city. The Free Section of the City was that secluded part of the city where people could practice complete sexual freedom. It was strictly adults only, and parents with children were not even allowed in there. Mom and Dad were devoted to each other, or at least till the youngest kid turned twenty-five.

We were taken to a complex called the Boom-Boom Room. The main feature of the building was a large light statue of a set of hands playing boom-boom on an equally large bottom over the main doors. One at a time we were taken off our platforms and lead past the leers and gropes of the patrons to a spanking post where a good paddling was delivered. It was such a blurry nightmare of faces, laughter, and loud blaring music that it didn't take much to have me crying. A more life-like android then carried me to my room.

So there I was, dumped into what was my home till I either earned my way out or was promoted to a better class of brothel. For the most part I had no idea what the time was, but law is law and the robots kept track of my time card. My room has an android that makes me move. So here's how my so-called day went.





Slave Immigrant Ch. 02



"Would you like another beer Ma'am," Mandy the Android chirped in, trying to mollify the client. "Free of charge."

"You're darn right I do," she bellowed back. As Mandy ran about on bare android feet Peerless kept on ranting. "Try an Earthman they are so kinky. This guy is trying to top me from the bottom. And I'm not one of them kinky types who like having a man lick the shit off my ass after I take a shit."

"He's only been with us for three weeks Purser," Mandy pleaded, "I'm authorized to offer you a 50% discount or double the number of days you want to stay here."

"Humm," Peerless took a long swig of beer to think that offer over. "Three weeks, how many Earthmen you have here."

"He's one of nine males out of a consignment of twenty-seven Earth Humans."

"I heard you had thirty came in."

"Three, one male, and two females were discovered to have, talent," the android said giving a special reference to talent.

"What happens to the talented ones," Peerless asked, "special training?"

"No Ma'am, the Governor's office pays for their papers and freedom, with no profit to the company. You can't take a talent into bondage, how do you train one?"

"I see your point," Peerless said quietly. "So, all the same," she asked as I felt my skirt lift off my ass exposing my naked bottom cheeks to the air.

"Well this one here will submit to the whip once past the erotic stage." I felt a hot wind blow against my bottom. "As you can see," continued the Android with all the skill of a used-car salesman, "he is raising his bottom up and quite willing."  

"Interesting," said Peerless as I could feel her untying the ribbons between my ass cheeks. I stayed relaxed as she pulled my cheeks apart and examined my butt hole. "Can he take a proper penis?"

"He's still a bit immature, and needs a few submissive slaps in order to relax and open up. He will also need a bit of lubricant. There might also be a bit of flatulence he hasn't had any regular fucking down there. He has been tested, and even enjoys it."

"Enjoys it?"

"Yes, I had to punish him for spilling seed outside the vagina for that. If you are too tired at the time I will gladly punish him in front of you. I can also gag him if his crying annoys you."

"Well that's very female of you," she said turning me over. The Ottoman raised itself even more to one side so that I was leaning against it. The rest of the thong was pulled away as well as my mini-skirt. I was half sitting and very exposed as the ottoman raised itself up till my feet were well off the ground and Peerless could get a good look at my genitals. "He looks very big."

"Fourteen centimetres is considered small to average, by Earth standards. Puny buy Free Skys standard. I understand Heredshe man average around eight centimetres."

She pushed me and the ottoman down to the floor. I then felt a finger-like butt plug enter my rectum. It was comfortable, and yet uncomfortable as it wiggled and stimulated me. Peerless moved closer to me as her hot, beer-breathed mouth clamped on mine. I wasn't sure what to do with my hands, push back on the ottoman and get that plug out of my ass or touch her. Peerless manoeuvred herself and put me between her thighs. She reached down and grabbed my penis. 

"Always let a woman put it in there," she told me, "and only when she wants it in there." She glided my penis into her and winced at the size of me. "Do you like it when a woman takes charge?"

"Not many do in my experience on Earth," I told her in a half whisper. "But I like it when you do that to me." I wiggled into her and tried to get away from the uncomfortable anal invader. 

"You are such a whore," she grinned back at me and mashed herself against me.

I never considered what it was like to make love to an aggressive female body builder. She was clearly stronger than me, and very much in charge. While her vagina was very warm, and erotic I was caught up in the dilemma of should I hold off enjoying myself and the duty of making sure the woman comes first. She gritted her teeth, muscles on her body rippled and sweated as she pounded into me with a music of sex. The anal plug vibrated and hummed to her beats. I sighed and exploded with a pulsing orgasm.

I tried to cling on to her and keep pumping into her to make her cum, but she stopped and pushed me back. She turned me around and pushed me on to the ottoman which had lowered itself to a spanking post again. After a dozen hard handed slaps across the bottom I got the message and stayed still.

"Too bad we're both sterile," she said as she sipped on a waiting beer and sat on the sofa. One hand covered her sex as she sat wide legged and admiring the position I was in. "Why did it take him so long to cum," she asked Mandy.

"Earth humanoid Males generally take about fifteen minutes to achieve orgasm," it explained. "My sensors indicate he was trying to hold off and make you achieve an orgasm too."

"Doesn't he know anything about fucking with a Heredshe Woman? When a male penis is inserted my body is working to stimulate you and receive your seed. Once inside me it will take a couple hours for my body to fertilize a couple eggs and get ready for re-insertion. Then I will bend you over and insert the fertilized eggs into you. Of course we're both sterile and I'll only be inserting stale eggs and your sperm back into you, but that's how I get an orgasm." 

"Oh," I gasped, then checked myself. "This humble slave thanks you for your proper instruction of the sexual practices of Heredshe." 

"He's a good ass kisser in more ways than one," she told Mandy. "Give him twenty with a paddle heavy enough for him to remember for a while. This is for touching my asshole," she said to me as Mandy methodically began spanking me.

I don't know if it was a hairbrush or a paddle of some sort but it did hurt. At first I jerked with pain but managed to remain still and take the punishment. All the same Peerless smiled, drank her beer and watched.

"Twenty," said Mandy when it finished.

"I didn't say how many on each bum-cheek," corrected Peerless.

"Well in that case I can do twelve more on each cheek."

"Why did you put two on each upper thigh below the bum?"

"Proper punishment Ma'am," explained Mandy the Android. I could feel her touch my body. "The spank spot is an area who's centre is the asshole here, and extends the width of your hand above and below on to the thighs, where he sits. Since you have often referred to his bum I went to the top which is very showy, and down to the top of his nylons. Believe me when he sits down he will definitely remember not to touch your asshole." 

"Oh to heck with the counting; I lost track," concluded Peerless. "Give him twenty on each bum cheek; extended area," she concluded making sure I would be properly miserable. I wanted to look at her some more but the spanks made me grunt and try to hold my place. A few of my chocolates were missing, so I guess Heredshe women are not too interested in sweets.

When the punishment was over try as I might I ended up crying my eyes out. Mandy handed me a couple tissues to blow my nose with and I stayed in place. My room wasn't quiet, Peerless was relaxing on a reclining theatre chair watching a fast moving sports game of some sort. I remained motionless and waited for her next order.

"Well," asked Peerless finally, "is dinner ready?"

New panic, I was supposed to cook dinner. I was terrible at dinner; undoubtedly I was going to be back on the spanking post. Mandy nudged me to get up.

"It will take some time for the full dinner you ordered Ma'am," prompted Mandy.

"I could get you some appetisers while the Android cooks your meal," I chirped in.

"You got to be kidding me," snapped Peerless, "by the Mistress Veronica, I hate having machine processed food. I like home cooking, especially by a man. And would have to be very bad before I would punish you. So do your best, and maybe, just maybe I'll treat you to some kinky stuff." Mandy gently caressed my bottom to get the point home. I gulped with fear and went to pick up my skirt and panties off the floor.

"Stay dressed the way you are. I like it that way." The entertainment unit had multiple screens; she was watching me as I went into the kitchenette. One small robot camera noticeably hummed and floated behind me watching my bum.

The dinner is what can best be called a Joint of Beef with all the trimmings. As I followed the video instructions with a Julia Childs look-a-like giving instructions I prepared the meal. This took about an hour, and as the pain in my butt subsided my calves and feet began to ache. The stove had separate compartments with auto-starts so that the roast and vegetables would all be cooked and ready at the same time. That meant I had two hours to wait for the meal so I went to Peerless and knelt before her and to one side so that I would not disturb her view.

One of the theatre seat's arms was removed so that a double wide seat was available. Peerless was still nude and sat with the leisure of someone in total command. She nodded to me to sit beside her. I tried to cuddle close but she pushed me back. So I kept to myself but close to her. My soda was re-filled and the plate of chocolates was still there. So I nibbled and looked to see if any of the screens had anything interesting I wanted to see. After about an hour she idly reached over and began playing with my cock and balls.

I spread my legs apart and gave her even better access. Before I knew it I was in seventh heaven and enjoying the attention. She worked me hard, jacking me off. Suddenly she stopped and noticed a leak or pre-cum.

"What's the rule with this," she asked as she threw me across her lap. "The male seed will only be seeded into a woman's vagina," she bellowed and punctuated each word with a hard slap on the bottom. 

It wasn't a punishment spanking, but more of a sensual spanking. At times she stroked my ass gently between smacks. Often she would run her finger up the crack of my ass and would toy with my anus. Eventually she started finger fucking my asshole and would arouse me. My cock got very hard and the tip would be touching her vagina. She worked me up to the brink when the dinner bell rang.

"Dinner," she laughed and threw me off her lap. I trotted behind her to the kitchenette with the waiting table that I have already set. 

For those of you who don't remember "The Story of O," let me refresh you. Most of the table O sat at while in training had a glass counter-top and clear plates so that her Master could see her privates and she was aware of how naked she was. I sat on a clear plastic chair, Plexiglas counter-top and had that darn robot following the shine on my ass. Likewise the Boom-Boom Room was not above live advertizing where videos of just me were flashed on advertisements in more places than you could think of.

Throughout the dinner Peerless quizzed me on how I felt and whether or not I was horny. She could clearly see my penis, and I could see some odd movements under the hair of her pussy. By the time dinner was done an odd penis of sorts grew out of her vagina. It was her clitoris that was standing erect under the table.

"I'm just getting started," snarled Peerless as she gripped the table. "Once fully aroused my clitoris will be twice as long as and much thicker than your pathetic thing. Where's the bedroom?"

"He is a Class Ten prostitute Ma'am," blurted Mandy the Android as she folded open the sofa-bed. "This will have to do."

Peerless grabbed me by the wrist and led me to the bed. She roughly pulled me over her lap and gave me a few hard smacks on the bottom before she tried to ram two fingers into my asshole. I screamed like a virgin.

"I thought you said you'd took him up the ass," she bellowed at the Android. 

"But I did," insisted the Android who handed her a paddle. "Give him at least twelve with this. He'll still be erect and very compliant. Also make sure you use some lube, Earth Men are not like Heredshe Males, they don't produce lubricant."

"No wonder he wasn't making any puddles," she commented as she paddled me. "What's this," she asked. I was too afraid to look over my shoulder or even open my tear filled eyes.

"It's an anal lube dispenser with a little stimulant. Just put the nozzle deep into his ass and squeeze home."

I don't think I have the words describe just how incredibly icky it feels to have a shot of lube sent up your rectum. Some of it, cold and slimy leaked out between my ass cheeks leaving a warm heated feeling that dribbled on my naked balls. Worse still I was in complete Sub-Space. That euphoria where you just feel needed, wanted, and will do anything to keep what is happening happen. 

Peerless was in total control. She put me face down on the bed; I raised my ass up to meet her. Her clitoris touched my asshole and slid into me like a water-snake takes to its home. Down into me it went as she humped and grinded making her member larger and longer inside me. She humped and grinded till all at once she gasped and I could feel a strange filling sensation as her clitoris exploded in a warm liquid that filled me. She came inside me, and I felt, used.

She spent the next four days with me and did exactly that, bent me over, humped my ass for five to ten minutes and then felt great. She even decided to have Mandy the Android work as a fluffer so that I would not be on top of her for a very long time. And while I got the occasional hard spanks she never really punished me like other people did. Mandy later explained that among Heredshe women raising welts and long lasting bruises is considered excessive. Now how's that for an interesting concept.



Slave Immigrant Ch. 03



So after I found myself spending four days at the hands of a Heredshe woman cooped up inside my room you would think I would get a day off to re-cooperate; no such luck. All she wanted to do was, eat, screw, watch TV, sleep, and occasionally use my exercise equipment for morning workouts. Five minutes before she left she bent me over the spanking post, one very hard smack on the bottom, and then took a souvenir picture of my ass. After she left I was ready for a nice trip to the dark-room and rest, but when I stepped out of the dark-room Mandy the Android was waiting for me.

For the most part Mandy the Room Android looked like a naked woman. She had a synthetic body covering or cyber-skin that had a nice warm touch to it. She was based on a Free Skies woman and for the most part a pale hairless Caucasian skin. Her body was slightly inflated making her look more like a slightly overweight Heredshe woman. They knew I was not sexually attracted to fat women and were working to get me out of that bad habit with a client. However this time she was dressed in what looked like a mock navy uniform complete with Petty Officer stripes.

"Get dressed the Fleet is in," it ordered tossing me a pair of white cotton string bottoms.

"Aren't I suppose to get time off for rest and study," I asked it as I reluctantly put on the bottoms.

"The company will bank your time," Mandy told me as it held up an odd looking uniform. "Section 208-112-B maximum work time is ten days, then you get three off. Now put this uniform on."

I suppose what I was putting on was the Companies version of a Class Ten Prostitute uniform. Skin tight navy blue pants with faired bell-bottoms, slipper-like black shoes, a navy blue shirt that looked something like out of the Navy, and an odd cap. I looked in the mirror and to me I looked like the chorus line to The Pirates of Penzance. 

"What in the name of Great Goddess am I wearing?"

"A stylized Space Navy uniform," chuckled Mandy, "very popular among Space Personnel from the Middle Kingdom. It was first made popular by the Notorious Courtesan Nevjix Sweet two hundred years ago. You'll fit right in with all the other Class 10 Prostitutes on the Foredeck Bar. It has a very nautical look to it. Now come along I'll show you the way, and don't worry I'll be nearby to lead you back."

"Well," I stammered as I followed it, "what am I suppose to do." For the first time I stepped out of my room, the hallway looked different, and crowded as Androids were leading their charges out of the room.

"Find a sailor and take him home," a rough robotic voice said behind me as it gave me a swift slap in the rear. "Mandy," the male android called, "don't let your boy wander around." He too wore a Navy uniform and pushed by me leading the girl I knew as Seattle by the writs. She too was wearing the same kind of uniform I was wearing complete with slightly swollen ass.

"Yow," I cried as Mandy grabbed me by the ear and lead me along the corridors. I glanced about and noticed a good number of Earth men and women were with us.

We were lead along and pointed to enter a side-door that lead into a long room. To my right was a long bar, smooth marble very dark natural wood below, above the bar pictures of starships, men, women, sailing ships, and well nautical look. The bartenders were androids who were dressed like turn of the century bartenders. Four feet to my left was a series of floor to ceiling mirrors that covered the whole wall.

"Finally a mirror," said Seattle as she adjusted her breast inside her uniform. 

"Hey Edmonton," a voice called to me, "I'm from Pittsburgh." A young black man waved to me.

"Oh," I said intelligently, "hi," I waved back.

"Say," he asked as he jutted out his behind, "does this uniform may my ass look fat." A few people laughed.

"No," I chuckled back, "makes it look very spank-able." A few people laughed and one tried to swat Pittsburgh on the behind.

"This is one weird place," another male prostitute was looking about, "what's with this mirror."

"Probably a two-way mirror," I said, "could be a room full of real space sailors looking at us right now."

A few of the other prostitutes laughed and made funny sexy moves in order to sell themselves. I and a few other Earth types turned, leaned against the bar and looked at the Androids. I scratched my chin and wondered what to say.

"First drink is on the house," said the android across from me which sported a large handlebar moustache. "Anything else comes out of your private accounts." He leaned forward for emphasis, "and you low level deck cleaners have zero for credit."

"Well now," I said as I held up my pathetic six ounce beer and downed it in one gulp. "Can I sing for my next song?" That froze the android. I turned to the mirror, "what if me and my fellow Earthmen sing for our drinks?"

"Sing what," said Pittsburgh as he wildly looked about. "Only songs I know are in Earth English," he whispered.

"I got it covered," I said with a smile. Then to the audience, "we're going to sing an old navy sailing song that my father taught me. An old song that is so old and lost in memory but my comrades in the army would sing over our drinks." I then turned to the android, "what about that." I added in a whisper for whoever was watching, "the song is royalty free."

"Alright," said the android in a clear non-robotic voice, "the patrons will pay for your song. But if you sing in Earth English; and you will be spending time in a public torture booth." Public torture booths were scattered throughout the complex, punished slave would stand buck naked hands tied, mouths gagged, and a dildo pillar up the ass. Anybody walking by can play with you free of charge. Some courtesans would deliberately break a rule just to attract attention and clients. For us new guys, we didn't want the experience.

"Okay," I said turning to the other Earthmen, "I learned this song while serving as a wine server at a Navel Officer's Dining Lounge back on Old Earth. Three brand new junior officers stood up and sang this song. I'll take the lead; you guys come in on the chorus, and try to follow the dance moves."

"Away away with the," cripes, I can't say fife, a fife is an earth slang for bag-pipes, got it. "Pipes and drums, here we come full of," Rats Rum is an Earth drink, "beer," let the last word hang, what comes next. "Looking for women to paddle our bums, in the North," cripes Atlantic? Think fast, "Ocean Squadron."

"Okay everybody repeat after me," I told the others. 

"Away, away with the pipes and drum. Here we come, full of beer. Looking for women to paddle our bums in the North Ocean Squadron." It didn't take much for everybody to turn to one side and lightly paddle each other's bum.

"The Cabin-boy," I lead in the next stanza, "the cabin boy, the dirty little," cripes I can't say nigger for lots of reasons. However, "boy-toy. Shoved a glass, ups his ass, and circumcised the skipper!" I half figured circumcision was common and somewhere I heard the expression skipper. 

I went through another stanza I knew and we then resorted to repeating the chorus a couple times. The bartenders served us drinks and Pittsburgh tried a few sailor songs he knew when he was growing up. Seattle nudged me to try more but by that time the glass windows folded like a large set of venetian blinds and moved aside. A huge throng of mostly men and women cheered. It was my first time we ever met anybody from the Middle Kingdom.

No need to get too technical, the Middle Kingdom's main star is a very bright white star which washes the planet in a very bright light. Add to that the thirty-six hour day and all the inhabitants are naturally baked. Very dark negro skin, and eyes that are dulled by the bright light. Practically no irises at all just these milky white eyes looking at us like a bunch of Zombies. It didn't take then long to rush on over and pull us to various tables. Four guys near the front rushed forward and carried me off into the hall.

"Quick cabin-boy where's your room," said one roughly.

"Don't we want a drink first," I asked.

"Don't try to be funny," said another, "we don't want anybody out bidding us."

"He's in the Mandy Room," said Mandy the Android, "Mister Jones is my occupant. I am Mandy the room android."

"Sure thing babe," the first smiled at it. "Just get us there before some over-paid ground-pounder gets to him."

"Oh sir," said Mandy, "or should I say spacemen, we have plenty of Earth types here."

"We checked the news coming in," said the second who squeezed my bottom as we shuffled along. "You guys only have ten men, twenty women, and all we can afford is five credits each."

"Well I counted nine," said another, "you guys save the best one for the Officers?"

"No way pal," said Mandy getting into a sales mood, "three of our shipment turned out to be Wizards."

"WIZARDS," they all said almost dropping me.

"Screening process," said Mandy, "let me assure you here; Mister Jones aside from being a bit of a smart-ass is no man of talent. And he has a bottom that asking for more than just a paddling," she lewdly grabbed one by the crotch.

"Well we are all followers of the god Symore," chuckled the ones who kept grabbing my ass.

"Symore," I asked

"Symore, youngest son of the great all-father," recited Mandy. "He was different among the god but a crafty warrior who gained respect even though he practiced homosexuality. He is the god of homosexual warriors and sailors."

"Away away with the pipes and drums," chanted the group as they went to my room.

Once we got to my room two of them wandered about the room while the other two bent me over the ottoman spanking post. I knew better to stay in place as my pants were pulled down and panties unlaced. One stopped and began spanking me while two other fought over my panties.

"Hey look at what I got," said one waving my panties about, "slave goody covers."

"Not fair Lennie," said the second, "you took those while I was positioning his tight pants."

"Well fuck you Gibbs," said Lennie, "these sweaty things are mine."

"You can purchase slave goody covers at our gift shop," chirped Mandy.

"Yea but I took them off Jonesy here," said Lennie. "That's different."

"Dig the entertainment centre," said the first who adjusted to full size and had a fast sports game on. "

"Hey dig the kitchen," said another, then to Mandy, "can you whip us up something to eat."

"I'm sorry that's not my function," explained Mandy, "Jonesy here can cook for you."

"Not a bad idea," said the Spaceman from the entertainment area. "And get me a beer too." Tentatively I got up and reached down for my trousers.

"Leave the pants off bum-boy," said Lennie harshly, "you know what we are here for."

My butt cheeks clutched together as I wondered what kind of gang-bang I was going to be on the end of. I went to the kitchenette and checked the contents of the fridge. The deep fryer was at the ready, flap chips, (a local version of fried,) and fish fillets were prepared and ready to cook. 

"Flap chips'n fish," I asked the third who was piling up on beer bottles for his friends, "sir?"

"Me mates call me George," he told me. "Yea, fish sounds great. Gift from the gods, Symore says good for the health and body."

I piled the fish and chips into their separate cookers and set the timers. The four were involved on the separate screens of the entertainment centre. I grabbed four more beers and headed back to the group.

"Okay," I smiled as the perfect host, "Flap chips'n fish will be ready in a few minutes. I have more beer here."

"Hey you only have three chairs facing the television," said Lennie who was standing to one side.

"Well you can sit back here on the sofa," I suggested since the sofa also faced the entertainment centre.

"Well maybe I have a better idea," said Lennie who walked up to me and hugged me in his arms and roughly kissed me on the mouth. "Where's the bedroom."

"This is an efficiency apartment," I half gasped with excitement. These four Middle Kingdom Spacemen wore rough navy blue uniforms similar to what I wore, but loosely fitting. Instead of slippers, rough combat-like boots, battered caps, and peacoats. They aroused me and I couldn't hide it. "The sofa folds into a bed."

"Then get to work and open it boy-toy," he told me as he released me.

I turned around, bent over, and opened up the sofa and revealed the freshly made bed. Mandy must have changed the sheets they were navy blue and smelled very fresh. Lennie must have used that time to remove his belt and undo his trousers, he pushed me forward and was on top of me. I struggled, (but not too hard,) as he was able to hold both my skinny wrist in one hand as he used the belt on me upturned ass. I practically screamed as two rough fingers tried to ram into my asshole.

"Fuck this boy is warm and dry," cursed Lennie to the others.

"He's not a Heredshe who's rectum get's moist when aroused," explained Mandy to my defence. "You will have to lubricate it."

"Just lick his ass," said Sofa-boy, "you kiss ass to Lieutenant Wilma often enough."

"Fuck you," Lennie cursed back. Then to Mandy quietly, "okay how do you lube him? Or do I rub some stuff on myself?"

"Here's a nice medium size butt-plug lube applicator," suggested Mandy. "It's loaded with Sea Breese Scented lube. Or would you prefer something with an aphrodisiac added in to make him work harder."

"Work harder," asked Lennie and Sofa-boy.

"Earth boy-toys are true submissives," explained Mandy in a tone that embarrassed me. "Fuck them in the ass hard enough, and long enough and you'll make him have an orgasm."

"Ohhh," laughed Sofa-boy, "I bet the Heredshe women hate that."

"Most certainly," continued Mandy, "I've had to give Jonesy here six with the discipline cane on several occasions for that offence in the presence of our Heredshe clients."

"Hey let's make a bet on that," shouted George. He calmed down, "first guy who makes him cum gets to give him a long sexy spanking."

"More like give you a spanking," said Gibbs, "you want a roll around the rigging."

"How bout he gives us something," said Lennie.

"What you want his pants too," asked George.

"Naa the sexy shirt," said Sofa-boy.

"How bout I kneel before the winner and give him oral sex," I suggested.

"What's oral sex," asked Sofa-boy after a long pause. "Is that like kissing or something?"

"You know oral sex," I said, looking to Mandy who remained motionless. "Well it's something like, what I do to women to make them cum, but well, I don't get satisfied like you guys will when you take me up the ass."

"I'm not sure if Symore would approve," said George, "but if we don't like it, it's punishment for you."

"Okay put the sea breeze shit up his ass," said Sofa-boy, "no need for him to enjoy it too much."

The boys were pretty happy and I raised my ass up to receive their attentions. Their cocks felt like billy-clubs going into me. I gasped with pain but the lube helped and I found myself clenching my ass and enjoying it. By the time the second Spaceman finished I found myself arching myself up to get the next one into me faster.

"You realize," Mandy whispered into my ear, "if they don't like oral sex, or if it is no part of their religious practice you will be spending eight hours in punishment."

I didn't need to hear that. Was I making some kind of cultural/religious social mistake? It was hard to even consider the consequences of my actions I was so caught up in the pain, sex, and pleasure of what I was feeling that my mind was exploding. Mandy's hand reached under me and caught my penis.

"And Mister Cupf wins," she called holding up her hand dripping with my cum. The humping on my ass stops and I turn to see who it is: Lazy-boy.

"Do you want to hold that off," I asked as I felt his penis go limp in my ass.

"I don't know," said Sofa-boy. Or maybe I should call him by his real name Mister Cupf. He pulled out of my ass and laid down on the bed besides me. 

The others were more curious about my cum for some reason. Lennie scooped a drop of it with one finger. After tentatively sniffing it, he tasted it.

"Hey it's true," he laughed, "Earthmen do taste like salt. SHIT!" 

The other two had to take a taste for themselves. Mister Cupf waved Mandy to bring her hand to him and he took a greedy lick with his tongue. He made an odd face.

"I don't believe it," he cursed, "last time I tasted another man's cum was when the High Priest punished me by ordering me to lick his well-fucked asshole."

"So is it against your religion for a man to kiss him," I asked as I uncomfortably sat up and looked down at him.

"Oh no," said George who moved to a chair across from the bed and was watching. "We have lots of passages in the Book of Symore that talks about kissing. People kiss all over."

"Problem with the Book of Symore is no illustrations," said Gibbs, with a sigh. "Meanwhile Gerald the Adventure has a complete set of illustrations of the various women he's conquered and then how Queen Zola captures him."

"True Morality there," said Mister Cupf as he reached down and scratched is balls, "the bigger they are the harder they fall." 

Mister Cupf was in some respects a slob. He was still wearing his white cotton boxer-shorts. Pants around his ankles, shirt, tie and boots still on; I shuttered to think about socks. I would have to show tact if I was going to do his correctly.

"Why did you keep your underpants on?"

"So that nobody could fuck my ass without asking," he smiled. "Unless you want to kiss my ass," he added turning over and pushing his ass into the air and wiggling it.

"I do sir," I said and kissed his cloth covered bottom. I reached down and began unlacing his boots. "Let me make you more comfortable."

In a move that was probably well practiced he turned shot his left hand out and grabbed me by the ear. Even though his pants were around his ankles with me on top of him he sat up and faced me. There was cold anger in those cold empty eyes and an expression of pure hate on his face.

"You try anything funny boy and I'll beat you to a pulp."

"No sir," I gasped. I nearly pissed the bed right there. "There is four of you, and the Company will punish me in way long after whatever beating you guys give me is healed. I'm a lowly Sex Slave here to treat you like, an officer. I just want you to feel more comfortable while I give you oral sex. Sir," I added humbly.

"Well now," he smiled letting me go and leaning back. "Just show me how you would give an officer oral sex."

This took me right back to the days when I was in the Royal Canadian Army Cadets. Many of the Non-Commissioned Officers who trained us we're like the soldiers from the Middle Kingdom. One moment a harsh cruel instructor who would threaten to beat you silly. The next moment as gentle and kind as your big brother helping you with your homework; that gave me an edge. I knew these people; they wanted a good time on the cheap.

Once I had Mister Cupf undressed from the waist down I started kissing his ass in earnest. I've seen enough National Geographic I assumed he was like a Human, but Cupf and others like him had body hair all over. Also like previous clients who just came out of Spaceport Quarantine his body tasted like that soap they use. It also seemed the cracks of his body were not rinsed too completely. This made my dick go limp and Mandy picked up on it; at times my mouth was washed out with that foul tasting soap.

But I didn't let my dick going limp or the fact I have a very close audience spoil my concentration; I was going to make him cum in my mouth. His dick on the other hand was enormous; turned out social services was pretty good and as kids they had counselling on Penis Envy. I couldn't tell if he had any enlargement surgery or not; and I gave it a very good and close examination. All four of these guys was twenty centimetres or more and circumcised. Mandy trained me on how to deal with un-circumcised people.




Slave Immigrant Ch. 03



Eight minutes into oral sex and I was sucking on the head of his penis and stroking it. I knew I could end up with a sore jaw since most of the people in my experience took their time and enjoyed the sensation. Well, that wasn't the case. At first I thought Mister Cupf was pissing in my mouth, but the rest of his body was jerking as if he was having an orgasm. I held back my panic and kept swallowing; maybe I could go to the kitchen and puke in the sink.

At that moment I realised why these folks felt my seamen had an interesting taste. The people of the Middle Kingdom did not evolve from a salt water ocean. They evolved out of a murky, semi-acidic pool or fresh water. Yuck, they involved in piss-water. Worse it was like they came in a cup size amount; no wonder I felt like I had a small enema up my bum. 

I guess I must have turned green because the guys were laughing their asses off. I crawled off the bed and found a waist paper bucket near the end table and puked into it. I held my head down, ass up waiting for the punishment, but nothing came.

"I think we have a virgin here," laughed Lennie.

"That's good clean water filled with protein," added Gibbs.

"Got it right here in the good book," added George as he checked what looked like an over-sized cell phone. "'And after a long kissing of his root, did Symore gage at Rodonimus's seed.' That's right here, heck he must be a believer from a parallel society."

"Then I guess you guys don't mind," I added, "if I go to the black room. I feel like I have a one litre enema up my butt after you guys have taken me."

"Nope," said Mister Cupf, "you just squat over that bucket and relieve yourself right here. We want to see if there is any shit up your butt. Serious punishment for a bum-boy to have shit up his butt."

"Twelve with the belt," added Lennie, "from each of us."

On Earth a Mistress or a Master would let you go to the bathroom, and later check if you were playing with yourself. We were taught as children the smell of our own shit was bad. I've see internet sites where there were photo's of a submissive expelling into a bucket; so I guess this was a new humiliation for me and they could see it on my face.

I closed my eyes and squatted over the bucket. When I opened them, I saw a mini-camera-robot hovering near my face. They laughed even louder.

"Hey Jonesy you're on TV," laughed Lennie.

"We're going to get paid point one credit for every time this goes out on pay-per-view," laughed Mister Cupf.

"What if my family sees this," asked George.

"Ahh their all adults," said Lennie, "they can handle it and understand."

"What if I have kids," panicked George.

"Look George," explained Mister Cupf, "there is no way your kids will ever see what you did here today. If and when you ever have kids, they will not see this little chapter in say twenty to thirty years."

"And by then they'll be adults and can handle it," added Lennie.

"Do you think I will earn enough to buy a polyester-suit," said Gibb.

"Oh that would be so cool," laughed Lennie. Apparently polyester which is made from oil is more expensive than cotton or natural fibres that can easily be grown. So a man in a cheap disco-era suit is considered to be a show of wealth.

"I just got a message from the Management of the Boom-boom Room," Mandy announced. "Management is pleased with your recent edition to our Virgin No More series and extends your time in this room till morning. Continental breakfast as served by the boy-toy here is free. Check-out time is ten in the morning."

"What about the drinks," asked Mister Cupf quickly?

"The beer is free of charge," replied Mandy, "harder stuff will be charged to your account."

"I didn't know I had an account," laughed Lennie.

"Oh you gentlemen do have one now," added Mandy with a mechanical laugh. "You see," it continued to explain, "chapters of the Virgin No More series are looked over and over again. Surprisingly Mister Jones here is the first Earth Man to actually take a man from the Middle Kingdom in the mouth. I suppose we'll have to train him and all the other Earth People not to puke when swallowing."

"Ahh you should let them take the surprise," laughed Lennie. Then to the others, "that would be a funny video, Earth Man after Earth Man gagging and puking."

"Hey don't forget the women," added Gibb.

"No," added George, "he looks very cute squatting over the bucket there and waiting." He moved towards me and took a tissue from the table. "He's waiting because he can't touch his own ass and needs somebody else to wipe him."

George did more than just wipe my ass, he started fingering my butt-hole and getting me hard. He kissed me on the neck and led me towards the bed. The others got off the bed and went towards the entertainment centre to watch a porn movie and give us some private time.

"Take off my clothes and show me a new position," he told me softly. "You're making me jealous; normally I'm the Bum-boy. Maybe I should shave my balls too."

Well it didn't take long for me to have him naked, on his back legs in the air and me packing it into his rectum. I had it just right and was even able to kiss him on the lips while doing it. Of course we changed positions, this time he was gentler and lubricate my asshole with his tongue. It was quite sensual; as it was the first and definitely not the last time a man would do that to me.

Moments after George left me to read his bible Lennie order me to use the bucket before he would take me again in the same position. This time he used aphrodisiac lubricant which while drove me into such agony of not having an orgasm, he enjoyed himself and held himself on me to cum inside my colon three times. It was definitely an evening of firsts for me.

It was what could best be called the crack of dawn when Mandy woke me up and half carried me into the bathroom where I was freshened up. Most bathroom time in this modern bathroom would only be fifteen to thirty minutes depending on what the auto-doctor would do to you. If these guys had any diseases deep inside them all the "enemas" they gave me could prove troubling. But I knew something was up when I didn't even get a few good morning slaps on the rump before I was sent out.

There was Lennie and Gibbs urinating in a bucket by the door to the toilet when I came out. From the look on their faces they were not too pleased to see me. To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure what to say.

"Medical regulations," stated Mandy, "you guys abused his rectum so often we had to check an quick heal any rectal problems."

"Well I don't know," said Lennie, "she might have been covering for him."

"I'm not into spanking a robot," added Gibbs, "I just want my morning fuck. You made us wait."

"Yes sir," I said getting on my knees and taking his penis out of his boxer shorts and into my mouth. "Right away sir," I half mumbled.

"I said fuck," snapped Gibbs as he pushed me away and turned me around. He knelt behind me and I felt an anal lube gently inserted into my ass.

"Suck this," said Lennie as he laid down on the floor and moved his crotch into my face. "You have my permission to finger my asshole too," he added.

It didn't take long for both of them to cum and me to end up puking again. I turned my face away from the bucket only to have Lennie's ass in my face. After licking his asshole wet he then ordered me to lube it and fuck him. For some reason all four of them enjoyed my small cock and Mandy had to feed me an odd energy drink in order to do so. 

Before they left I was given a spanking by all four and had to squat over the bucket while they took pictures of me. By one minute before ten they left and I was still squatting over the bucket. Mandy half picked me up, but did not wipe my ass, she put a diaper on it.

"What's going on now," I asked.

"I've been instructed to take you to the Office," it told me as a pair of plastic pants were snapped over the diaper.

"The Office," I asked, "is this would be another patron's version of a sex scene."

"Nope," she told me, "you broke some rules, now you are going to be told why before you get a tour of the punishment cubes."

I knew it would be ridiculous to argue with it. Worse still I suddenly needed to pee even though I just went. Mandy was naked as always and I followed her out of the room, down the hall and into an elevator.

"I know you need to pee," it told me as we rode up in the elevator. "You've worn diapers before just do it and get it over with. The Director wants you uncomfortable."

The Office of the Director was, well, big. Combination of Hollywood mogul, Roman/Greco temple, old English throne room, and huge windows with the city on one side and the spaceport on the other. I was sure the Director would be a little more busy, but wasn't. Mandy lead my by the ear to his desk.

The Director was a woman. Marcy Augusta McDermott was the Director of the Boom-boom Room, a rather lofty position but she too had people to answer to. She wore a stylish grey dress suit, jacket, silk shirt, mid length skirt, and sensible but stylish shoes. Moderate jewellery, make-up which was not showy but enough to make her look good; she was beautiful. 

"Mister Alfred Pontiac Jones," she said looking up from a multitude of computer screens. "You are a fascinating subject. You make us all sorts of money, and then go on costing us money. I've had to punish every Earthman who was involved in that singing incident. You were all legally drunk."

"I wasn't that drunk," I said in my defence.

"We're not like your primitive planet Jonesy," she snapped back. She got up and began pacing about the room. "You and the whole lot went totally off the behaviour scale, and thus you need to be punished for two reasons."

"Two."

"One for being drunk. The other for not taking your citizenship examine. You've been here for over three weeks, the test is very simple."

"But I will probably be punished if I fail."

"Well you are not the first sex slave to enjoy getting spanked. So forget it. Four hours on a punishment platform." She then move close behind me and cupped my wet bottom. "You can't fear what you don't know." She sauntered back to her chair. 

"Oh," she added casually, "Mandy take him to a public diaper changing table and lean him there for everybody to see." She smiled as she saw my humiliated expression, "then jerk him off."

After I was jerked off the real punishment came. I'll save it for the next chapter.



Keep those comments coming, we'll add more detail if you want it.



Slave Immigrant Ch. 04



Our story so far I agreed to become a slave immigrant and the company which secretly recovered my brain when I died has transported me off planet to the star system Free Skies. I am on the planet Free Skyes 4, an Earth-like planet with tons of better technology. The Company owns a hotel complex called the Boom-Boom Room which borders with the Space Port of Central City, and I've met a quite a few of the Spacemen and women of the Merchant Space Marine. 

I though the first four weeks was going fine, but The Company has thrown another curve-ball at me. I still haven't taken a citizenship text yet, and as such am confined to the Boom-boom Room complex. So in an effort to encourage me to study and take my citizenship test I'm going to be punished. For somebody into BDSM; that may or may not be too bad. As I and the other entire bonded slave immigrants from the protected planet Earth found out; it was all bad. 

Extra metal shackles similar to the shiny steel one I permanently wore around my neck were added to my wrist ankles and waist. When open the shackles look no different than a loose metal watchband. When closed the link on a molecular level bond together and form a solid magnetic band. Radio controls and a form of magnetism can move my arms and legs about invisibly shackling me into a number of different positions. 

The band about my neck had a number of functions. Besides being a GPS system of keeping track of my movements it was also a medical sensor. If I was stressed too much it could inject sedatives into my system or call for medical attention. My room Android: Mandy, was always nearby. As Androids goes, she was an upgraded Mark Nine, and had the best erotic data-based interaction unit available. It was a companion, teacher, and punisher. I guess in some of those other science fiction novels it would be called a Spankmaster 2050. The only exception being, it was really happening to me.

Punishment booths are kept in public parts of the Boom-boom Room. Some may be in bars, waiting rooms, and even in the halls of the rooms themselves. The main attraction was in the rotunda or mall of the Boom-boom Room. Already there was a small crowd gathering as other members of the 27 slave immigrants who came with me from Earth were being punished. Their android room keepers were nearby, whipping them, spanking them, and other torments to the amusement of those who were passing by.

What caught my eye was the number of people who seemed indifferent to the whole thing. Who were these people who would find walking through a mall where people are being publically tortured as an every day event? Many were in military uniforms of some sort. While some others looked like businessmen; in a hurry to get to their next sales meeting.

"Sorry I was late with that billion credit sales boss. I was watching an Android give an Earthman a jolly good spanking."

Okay I guess that wouldn't happen. People can stop and watch videos, videos on demand, and the exotic internet. As I stood there in a soiled diaper waiting for my turn in a booth that was right in the centre of the walk-way my eyes darted and watched the faces of those passing by. A few glanced and looked. They would then turn away, look back, laugh, or even look ashamed that they did look. A few passed close, a hand groped my bottom as an unknown person passed. I tried to see who did it, and felt another hand touch me on the behind. Turning again a tall almost a Valkyrie woman in a jet black uniform of a space officer looked down at me expressionless. She had to be six foot four, busty, bronze almost golden skin and very blond hair. Before I could move away she kissed me deeply on the mouth. One hand grabbed my shoulder holding me in a half-hug, the other slipped down into my diaper and fondled my rising penis. She broke away suddenly.

"Nice," she said as she tasted the damp fingers of her hand. "How soon will he be available," she said to Mandy in a very business-like tone.

"He is over-due for time off," said Mandy. Then added, "once he is thoroughly punished. I can book you in three days. Would 8 hundred hours on the 20th be okay?"

"Let's see," she smiled looking at her mini-computer, "I could make that, be nice to have an Earth Courtesan."

"Oh he's not a courtesan," apologised Mandy, "he is but a lowly bonded sex slave. A Class 10 Prostitute, Sex Slave actually."

"Oh," she said looking disappointed. "Now here on Free Skyes, a Class 10 is the reverse of a Middle Kingdom Class 10. Alas I could only afford a Class 8 Courtesan on my meagre salary. And the cost on this one," she stopped and laughed, "I could rent him for a month. Interesting, Can he be sent to my lodgings at the Hendercott?" I later found out that the Hendercott Hotel was a brand new five star hotel/hostel for Starforce Officers who preferred having a rather naughty stop-over.

"Alas he is still bonded," shrugged Mandy, "not allowed to leave the compound. We could put you in a deluxe suit during your stay. Or I could substitute a Free Skies male to you."

"And endure the sounds of space traffic," she snarled. "As for males from Free Skies, they are not as exotic as this one. There is something about this one," she paused and her eyes seemed to glaze over. "Has this one been screened," she snapped back at Mandy.

"Yes Mistress, the port authority sent a Talented Officer to work as his Counsellor and examine him. He is classified as normal."

"I may be a lowly Lieutenant," she said as she punched into her mini-computer, "and he may be a lowly Dirt-man. But his piss taste like something my cousin would do. Keep him away from people with talent." She stormed off talking into her mini-computer which then became a cell phone.

Even though Mandy acted like nothing had happened I didn't have time to dwell on it as she pushed me backward on to the platform. It raised itself to table height and my legs were lifted into the air as Mandy took off the diaper and proceeded to clean my ass and genitals. A squat garbage robot, which looked like a cross between an old style garbage-can and a Star Wars R2 Unit made a rude beep or two as my soiled diaper was dropped into it. 

I heard a giggle as a few young women, (remember this is an adults only area,) giggled at my exposed body. I tried to close my eyes and ignore the stares of my audience but a harsh slap on the bottom snapped them open. Mandy gave me a stern look and I knew not to close them again. Looking up I couldn't help but notice most of the skirts I was looking up at had no panties on. And that included several men who also work the Heredshe male fashion of wearing skirts instead of trousers. Worse still; some were getting aroused. 

When she finished she inserted a finger up my ass and I felt an odd lubricant being applied. It was like a combination itching powder and aphrodisiac. My whole asshole was on fire as the shackles lifted me up and displayed me floating over the platform. I just hung there with a fire up my behind and in my dick with no mercy around.

"So that's it," somebody asked Mandy.

"That's all he needs," replied Mandy, "he's not suppose to close his eyes and, well, you can see how red his butt-hole is."

"That doesn't seem like punishment to me," said the same voice.

"Sure scare the heck out of me," said a young female voice, "what if my friends or family came by?"

"What's his crime," asked another male voice.

"Been here for a month and still hasn't taken his citizenship test," said Mandy.

"Well that's silly," said a young woman, "I couldn't wait to get my citizenship. I even took a special test when I was sixteen."

"Sixteen," somebody asked.

"I'm very mature for my age," she replied. "But I had to wait a year. Now I have my own business and work as an off-world contractor."

"Still all the same," said the same knowledgeable person, "when he becomes a citizen he could re-negotiate his contract, not have to submit to this kind of punishment. I suppose the company has him signed for total internet video coverage."

"He's a Class 10," explained Mandy, "no experience, no training, and thus very few limits. He needs motivation."

"I'm a Lawyer," he said offering a colourful card to Mandy who made no move to take it. "I could represent you," he called up to me.

"He's not a citizen," said Mandy, "if he wants to he could simply say he refuses to be a sex slave and then be re-assigned as an unskilled labourer; and work off what he owes the company that way."

"Boy is he stupid," the young girl said as she turned and walked away.

"Take my advice pal," the Lawyer said to me as he tickled my toes, "get your Citizenship." He took a picture of me hanging there. "I'll be back."

"The Courtesan's best friend," laughed a woman who wore very flashy cloths and had an entourage of body guards, secretary, assistant, and some guy in a suit talking into a phone, and a naked slave in complete leather harness on a leash, "the Lawyer/Manager." She paused and stroked my already hard penis, "all original equipment?"

"Level One improvements were done; standard procedure," said Mandy, "The Company did a very good screening job."

"Interesting," the high class lady said looking at a computer read-out. She looked up at me, "you better apply yourself and be able to set your limits or you'll find you here once a week. You don't want to end up old and hanging in a hallway." Then to her entourage, "let's go boys we have a long way to go."

Well you can guess the rest of the punishment period went like. People were just walking by and giving me verbal humiliation. Part of me would rather receive a severe whipping than what was going on. What surprised me the most was all the relatively good advice I got. It seemed that these people were, well, nice. It seemed these people despite all their differences knew how to get along with each other. It was Mandy who begged them on to humiliate me. I had no idea how long the time went when Mandy finally gave me the whipping I,...deserved.

She carried me back to my efficiency apartment and put me to bed. Before she did that she inserted a finger up my ass and finger-fucked me while jerking me off. After I came, she laid down on the bed beside me and held me while I cried myself to sleep. 

The next morning was one of the first whole days off I got while working for the Boom-boom Room. More than that, I banked time left me with three days off. Practically all of the Sex Slaves who work the Boom-boom Room are bonded and have huge debts to work off, but most of them are citizens of the Coalition and can set limits to their activities. And no offence to fat people, you have personalities that are larger than your bodies, but I just can't get sexually aroused enough to have sex with them. It's one thing to give a fat woman oral sex, but if my penis is involved, you'd think I was on Saltpetre.

Mandy made me take the required Free Skyes courses on law. As a corporate society the law is very much a working part of life. Children are also covered under this law. Their parents have a legal contract towards Society to give to the production of society. This law is one of the foundations of Free Skyes upper management and has filtered down to all levels of work. Let me take a moment to explain this.

The Company, any company for that matter, would rather hire people from within their own sphere than outside. So if you Dad was say an autoworker, as his son you would know what is involved in working on an assembly line and fit right in. In turn the company would arrange reduced hours so that Dad can spend more time with his son or daughter. Incentives are given to keep the marriage stable. Thus a new generation is produced for company expansion. For all I know, the Company might want to recruit what children I have in the future to work at the Boom-boom Room too. So I knuckled under and searched my computer to find out what I needed to know for a Citizenship Test.

First section: knowledge of your home system.

Well a quick check of my lap-top and found a huge amount of information. So let me give you the shorthand version:

Free Skyes Star System has a class G Type star with twelve planets in system. I live on Free Skyes 4 population 37 Billion, (5.6 Billion live on the 18 orbital cities in the system). Free Skyes 5 is a Type 1 Terran Ocean Planet, a colony world with 6 Billion inhabitants. They also give all sorts of notes on the outer planets and for easy reference gave all the planets numbers instead of names.

Free Skyes 4, also known as Free Skyes Prime is a Type 1 Terran Planet. Length of day; 24 hours, length of year 366 local days, surface gravity 1 G, atmosphere 1000mm with an O2 at 100mm with high amounts of iron dust in the air. This is why some residential areas have domes to keep out the dust and reduce asthmatic reaction. Sentient Race humanoid, ruddy coloured skin, (and I thought everybody just went out in the sun a lot,) larger nasal passages for breathing the atmosphere. (I did a little checking on that, seems nose jobs are very common, and skin pigmentations too.) Social Organizations; open society, some places are class conscious, and although unpopular some pockets of Free Skyes are Class Conscious. 

Finally the meat-of-the-matter, government: Corporate. The whole system is operated by a giant super corporation simply called the Government. It seems the Coalition's Planetary Governor helped organize this group about five hundred years ago. The best way to describe it is that the top three hundred corporations all have seats on the System Wide Board of Directors. They maintain the day-to-day activities of a unified Planetary Police Force, Interplanetary Police Force, and Public Safety. So food inspectors, housing, free healthcare, education, and the whole ton of maintenance of government is taken care of. To which surprisingly these Corporations are all members of inner groups or political parties who work on various agendas to help commerce. With such the Government then has five members who sit on the Coalition's Board of Commerce. The Board of Commerce is responsible for trade standards and setting the value of a Galactic Credit. The next level of Government is the Office of the Planetary Governors.

The Planetary Governors are well responsible for practically everything else, they protect the people. Their job is very simple, to Protect Society. The Governors run the military. Starforce, which is the only military organization have all the warships, tanks, armoured space marines, and super numeracy powers over the planets. If somebody came up with an unfair law like: left handed people will not be served in public restaurants. They will turn around and say no, and whoever had such a restaurant would find his place being shut down by the Planetary Governor's Body Guards, taken off planet and face a Military Court of Justice. They do more than just fine a person, executions were common.

Our planet's current Governor, Prince Otto Murphy von Studdlebock of the Middle Kingdom. Age: one hundred and four, a widower, six kids all are serving in the service someplace, and then a photo. Talk about great health care, golden skin, full head of hair, he looked twenty something. I did some detailed work, and discovered his military rank is Commando Colonel and that he rated as a Talent 18. That's when I walked into a brick wall; what is a Talent?

"Okay Mandy," I said bracing myself as I faced the android. "I know there is somebody behind you someplace, what is a Talent."

"Why you're a talent," said Mandy as she wrestled me over the spanking ottoman. "A talent for getting into trouble," she added as her firm hand began working my bottom over.

"I can't find the answers," I screamed over the pain. "What is a TALENT!"

"Okay," said a voice from the walls, "you're lap-top it too cryptic and you are a little too stupid for find the answers." The spanking stopped and the entertainment centre lit up showing the fat overseerer who first paddled me at a very messy desk covered with monitors.

"You're behind Mandy," I asked.

"No I'm just on rotation duty monitoring your section," he laughed. "Believe it or not, I was once a Courtesan like you paying my way through University." He paused for a moment, "no smart remarks?"

"No sir," I said respectfully feeling myself get oddly aroused, "you have a serious job to do, and I know this is out of character for you."

"Well at one point I would have to get involved with you and your education," he laughed. "So let's get to the real through, what is a Talent." He sat back and stretched himself out and put his feet on the desk. His uniform/suit was sloppy too which I guess was part of his character.

"I should point out," he started, "that a Talent and Wizard are one in the same thing. You see the Coalition has been touched by the Talent, and Earth has not been. To have Talent means a person can see into the future, read people's minds, move the elements, teleport themselves, and in some cases speak to the dead. That's why we have the Office of the Governor. Who better can judge a law than somebody who can see into the future?"

"Touched by a Talent?"

"Well yea," he said as he tried to work his hands while forming the words. "Everybody's brain has a talent section of the brain, but it's like an unused muscle. Once it starts working, you can't turn it off. So unless you have a Talented Trainer or Psychiatrist there, you have lots of trouble."

"So the Counsellor who met me was talking to my mind?"

"No he's a Clairvoyant we was looking into your future. A good way to see if a person is Talented and not touch them was to see if they become one. In your case he only saw himself making love to an Earthman Courtesan. He had a Homosexual Panic Attack; he was engaged to be married. He might still show up to spend some time with you. Terrible situation, nobody's fault."

"So this Governor, Otto von Stammer or whatever, at Power 18 that's pretty high right."

"That's Prince Otto Murphy von Studdlebock," snapped my Overseerer. Mandy switched to a riding crop and cracked it across my ass with each letter. "S, T, U, D, D, L, E, D, O, C, K," he shouted. "You do that again, and Mandy will whip ya, no matter where or what and you will spell it out too."

"Yes sir," I gasped through the pain, "thank you sir."

"Do you want to learn more," he asked as I tried to compose myself. Mandy's hand toyed with my bottom tracing over the welts on my bottom and crack of my ass.

"Yes sir," I said again as I watched him toy with his counsel with one hand and himself with the other.

"Well, that golden colour skin of his is natural to the Middle Kingdom. Seems a ship load of Wizzard Warrior crash landed on the Middle Kingdom three thousand years ago. They married into the royal families of the planet and took over. That Wizard Warrior woman who ate you piss," he grimaced, "she's from another planet called Vacation Planet related to her; I passed that comment up the chain of command.

"But the real thing is his powers. He can move elements, read minds, see into the future, teleport, and can control computers to a point. He doesn't wear implants, some people do that because they work with computers, but he can, well just take command of a Starship and have it take him anywhere he wants. So does that answer it all?"

"Yes sir," I said feeling a lubricated finger enter my ass.

"I'm going to use Mandy and cyber-fuck you right now," he smile and reached to turn off the camera. "You think about that."

The television switched to a channel of some news story as I felt a penis from Mandy enter my ass and slowly start to fuck me. I tried not to think too much about weather an overseerer used Mandy to have sex play with me or not. I guess it was one of the perks of the job. I just went with the flow and enjoyed it.




Slave Immigrant Ch. 04



After I rested from a rather satisfying sex play with Mandy I nibbled on a sandwich, gingerly sat down at the desk and checked to see what was next for me to know. Section two asked about the Planetary Governors. A quick search stated that the movements of the Planetary Governors are a state secret since the Coalition is in a State of War.

I did a quick search on the War and found that at as a Sex Slave the last thing they wanted me talking to space travelling clients is the war. It then flashed a video of me getting a whipping on the Rotunda as an example of what will happen to me if I did. However, I did get a definition of what State of War meant; Starships have to travel in convoy with armed Government Ships protecting them, and anybody in the military had their de-commission dates extended till the war was over. No wonder those Space Sailors had so much penned up anger. 

Section three was the real Catch 22: as a citizen of the Coalition if called upon would you serve in the Government Starforce, and if necessary give your life for it? Now there was a cold hard question. I went out to Free Skyes to live again, not to die on some foreign government. But on the other hand, if Earth is a protected planet, are the Governors protecting Earth.

"Hey fuck buddy," I said to the walls, "I need your help."

"Fuck buddy," the Overseerer snapped back on the Television. "Get off your ass and kneel before me slave quick."

"Oh yes sir," I said as I ran to the entertainment centre and knelt to the screen, "thank you sir."

"So what do you want now," he asked as he casually scratched his groin.

"If they asked you," I said tentatively, "would you serve?"

"Ha," he laughed back, "you must be on the last part. Good study time," he added checking something, "you better not be skimming. You fail horribly I will have to punish you."

"Yea well I'm a quick reader," I said wondering if I should sit down, "so would you go into the military."

"Oh sure," he chuckled leaning back, "I bet you think the Governor's Starforce needs a Battalion of Prostitutes. Look I served in the Space Marine, and made Platoon Sergeant. Which just may be partly why I became such a good Courtesan and Courtesan Trainer. But, yes, I would serve again. You have any more questions, I'm busy watching a trio of Earth women wash themselves."

"Well yes I do."

"Well make it quick or you'll have a butt-plug up your ass for the rest of the day."

"Are the Governor's protecting Earth?"

"Protecting Earth," he echoed turning away from a monitor I could not see and looking at me. "We probably are," he added after a long pause. "Too many convoys going out there. Yea if asked you would be protecting your home too."

"If I volunteered would they accept me."

"When," he added as Mandy gave me a slap on the butt, "you pay off what you owe the Company. Then yes you can. There are lots of immediate openings in Food Services and Entertainment," he laughed.

"Hey I'm in good shape," I said trying to stand up, but Mandy force me back to my knees, nose to the floor ass in the air. "I would make a good Marine, I served in the Army."

"Like I said," laughed the Overseerer, "you served in the Service Battalion. You can only do work fitting for a sex slave." Mandy dropped a tooth-brush on the floor near my face. "Now go scrub the Kitchen floor with that and think about it.

Nothing can be more humiliating than having to the scrub the kitchen floor with a tooth-brush in the nude. No doubt some camera is following me while some pervert was having their jollies at it all. What was even more humiliating was that I didn't even get a hard spanking or whipping. Tears welled in my eyes as I got to work. 

When I finished I sat down at the desk and re-activated the Lap-top and opened the file marked Citizenship Test. After reading over all the agreements and actually agreeing to getting punished any way my sponsors see fit for failing I took the test. There was no waiting a day or so for some bored Government Official to get around to grading my test. I got a reply as soon as I hit the final done button. 

I guess being angry at my Overseerer/Trainer did some good after all I passed. Mandy the room android showed up dressed in blue coveralls with the Boom-boom Room Logo on her back. It then placed a ring, pair of diapers on the table, string bikini bottom, and a leather-look thong.

"What's that for," I asked.

"We," it said, "meaning your Trainer and I felt you would probably want to celebrate by going shopping at the Mall. I predicted you would want to at least wear something, your Trainer felt you would be more comfortable in the nude. Since that's all you've been wearing for the past month."

"Well I'm not wearing a diaper," I said pushing it aside. The ring was a solid band of steel and fitted rather well. "What's this: a tracking devise?"

"Well if you lose it, it is. But it's actually your credit voucher. You can now activate your account with the Interplanetary Planetary Banker's Association, and see what's in your account. Just point it by the sensor eye on your lap-top."

It took a few tried to do it, but then I rang into my Boom-boom Room account and showed that I have three hundred and twenty-six credits to my account. I also had mail, housekeeping told me I had a number of gifts from admirers waiting to be sent to my room. That seemed like fun. I also had email, from Lawyers wanting to be my Manager, free gift certificates, email from former clients, and spam mail from agencies ready to hook me up for some sexual fun.

"This is crazy," I laughed.

"You can have a life outside the Boom-boom Room," Mandy told me. Then added with a familiar pat on the bottom, "I'd be there following you making sure you kept your client appointments."

"Housekeeping," the door chimed.

A very robot looking robot wearing a bright red bellboy cap jauntily to one side of its humanoid head with a matching over braided jacket met me at the door. In one arm he held up three suits in well covered linen bags and in the other a stack of presents. I took the brightly wrapped boxes inside and it sauntered in still holding the suits by the hanger. I then took the suit and wasn't sure what to do next.

"Do I tip the Bell-robot," I asked Mandy.

Both Mandy and the robot made some electronic noises that sounded like giggling. Okay I guess you don't need to tip an electronic device. The robot walked out the room giggling.

"Buy me," it said once outside the door. "Buy me Master, and then some upgrades, I want to be an android too." It fell to its metallic knees and begged.

"Sorry," I mumbled trying to close the door."

"He's sorry," laughed a voice from the robot. "Oh this guy is so stupid."

"Let me guess," I said to Mandy, "somebody from housekeeping is controlling the robot?"

"Right you are Jonesy," laughed the same voice from the robot as its metallic hand gave me a slap on the bottom that left a hand print for quite a while.

The three suits were another surprise. One was from the four sailors, a sailor suit but in a Heredshe male style with a mid length skirt. I looked at Mandy who held up matching shoes, stocking, and thankfully panties.

"Where did they get the money to buy this," I asked it.

"They knew your room had internet monitoring and they don't care. They made good money, look they even sent you a real Book of Symore done on high quality paper."

The second garment bag contained another Heredshe suit except this was very much a silky dress some guy would wear either around the house or off shopping. Bright colours, nylon stockings, garter belt, and a frilly pair of panties that at least covered my whole ass and genitals. Obviously from the Heredshe Purser, she liked her men to stay at home.

I examined the last suit bag and noticed a paper note was pinned to it. Inside was a fine grey silk suit; which included trousers. There was a box which included dress shoes, socks, even silk boxer shorts, all very expensive. There was a part of me wanted to wear the suit but the note said otherwise. 

'Don't wear this suit till I tell you to,' was all it said.

"Where am I going to keep all this stuff," I asked Mandy.

The room had a very small closet where clients would stuff their coats and things. She touched the side panel next to the closet and a set of hidden doors opened. It was a closet longer than the one my late wife use to have. 

"Don't worry Jonesy," said the Overseerer on a security monitor that normally showed who was outside the door, "you'll fill it. Clients like it to see you in what they bought you next time they visit. Besides that sailor suit suits you. Don't wear any underwear either, good advertizing for the Boom-boom Room." He paused to chuckle at his own joke. "And don't even think about ordering for new cloths over the internet. No deliveries, except if done by paying customers."

Well that left me with a decision. Wear a skirt, or something even more embarrassing. I wore the going to the mall outfit which was conservative, only one and a half inch heels, (trainers,) that I could get use to. Freedom was a very interesting situation.



Slave Immigrant Ch. 05



As we last left off I finally got my citizenship authorization; and talk about bureaucracy, it too all of a minute for everything to be electronically processed. The company was holding all of the belonging patrons had purchased for me as gifts, and an identification ring slash debit card. I didn't have any credit, but an active bank account recognized on all Coalition Starsystems, and affiliated stations. Not that I owned much to speak about to which I had a ten foot long closet to put them in. Three suits, sort of; a bitch'en grey suit made of silk complete with shoes, sensible under clothing, shirt, and tie; with a cryptic note saying; put these on when I tell you.

My other two suit bags were of the Heredshe male clothing style. One suit was a sailor suit with an extremely short skirt, garters, nylons, and string bikini which when properly tied at the back made you look like you were gift-wrapped. The second suit bag was, almost as bad. A house dress: that Lucille Ball would probably have worn on the TV show from I Love Lucy. However Lucy would have no chest. The outfit was complete with wide sun hat, wig, ear-rings, pearl necklace, a lace slip, sensible panties that while covering my whole bottom covered in lace-work, nylons, garter belt, and sensible shoes with only an inch and a half heel. The outfit even had a matching purse, although I didn't have a clue why.

"To carry your make-up in," Mandy the Room Android told me as she climbed into her company issue coveralls. "Heredshe still has a deleted ozone layer and skin cancer is a problem especially with the male population. You should practice putting it on, I may not be with you all the time."

"This isn't so bad," I said as I looked at myself in the mirror. "I'm not going gay am I," I asked rhetorically as I lifter the skirt and noted my seamed nylons looked definitely straight and if I was a woman that was a great ass I was looking at.

"Difficult to say," noted Mandy as she gave me a light pat on the bottom. "It's two o'clock, you have to back by ten, House Curfew Rules, you still have regulated hours of sleep. Now grab your purse and let's go."

"I don't need a purse," I argued leaving the purse in the closet. "If I buy anything who would I carry it?"

"You're trusty android will do that," it replied and hit me on the bottom with the purse.

I took the purse and followed it out the door. The Boom-boom Room suddenly looked so much different when you are on your own time and free of any client commitments. Shabby green shag carpeting that while supposedly gave a jungle feel also helped deaden the noise of people being spanked.

In the elevator waiting area for my floor a man with golden coloured skin hung inside a punishment booth while two Middle Kingdom merchant spacemen took turns whipping him with their belts. The guy hanging there was covered with welts from shoulders to knees and was struggling not to cry out. Finally the elevator arrived, and I didn't get in because they looked dangerous.

"We'll take the next one," I told them and turned to look at the fellow sex slave.

"What did he do," I finally asked once the elevator door closed.

"I murdered over twenty-five million of my own people little brother," the punished sex slave said.

"You can whip him too if you want," the punished sex slave's Android said offering me a very sturdy leather paddle.

"I couldn't," I gasped moving away from the paddle.

"Heck," said Mandy taking the paddle, "this is the good stuff, real leather."

"You're not going to make me do this," I asked defensively. "Besides, a murderer would be executed in some gruesome way that's the law."

"You don't know the Middle Kingdom little brother," chuckled the punished slave. "They could pump you up with anti-ageing drugs, and leave you in some brothel to be made fun of for the end of time."

"Alright," I said taking the paddle. I half wanted to, and yet didn't want to punish a fellow sex slave, unless. "I got it! you're a patron who wants to be punished by some anonymous people. I don't give spankings unless I'm paid to do it."

"Great vomits! Android tell this child who I am."

"Citizen Jones," said the Android formally, "you stand before Prince Johnass Fracisco von Studdlebock of the Middle Kingdom. He who used his talent and caused the Great War of Succession that caused the death of over twenty-five million inhabitants of the Middle Kingdom, and Green Gem. Doomed to live in a cage and tormented by many. Be thankful that his reign of terror ended, for he would have enslaved your planet as well." The Android then applied some instant-heal spray on his ass and the welts and redness disappeared as I watched. 

"There," said Mandy, "now you can practice in case a client asked for a whipping. Remember he is standing so get a little upward action of catching his bottom's sit spot."

"Like I ever get a chance to sit down," cursed the Prince. Then to me, "you don't have a big dick under those panties do you. I hate getting fucked."

It was interesting paddling him. Even though he was trussed up on the rack spread eagle he literally cringed as I swished the paddle near his bottom. After a couple slaps on the bottom I paused to feel and see if I broke the skin. He actually tried to move away from me.

"I thought people into BDSM were switches," I asked the androids, "went both ways."

"Prince Johnass Fracisco von Studdlebock of the Middle Kingdom," announced the punishment android "is a true dominant. There is nothing worse than being subjected to a punishment he so often would relish in giving."

"Oh shut da fuck up," the prince cried at the android, "now I'm being used as a training tool by class eight courtesans."

"Actually he's still a class ten," announced Mandy.

"NO!"

"Would you like to fuck him now," announced the punishment android as it held up a finger dripping with lube.

"NO! Pity me little brother."

"I don't know," I joked in half anxiety, "is his asshole clean?"

"I could give him a one quart enema right here," said the android formally as it took a enema bag out of a closet behind it and a large bucket.

"Well," I asked Mandy, "would we have the time to wait for him to be cleaned out."

"I'm afraid not citizen."

"I got all day off tomorrow," I said skipping into the elevator, "see ya then."

The door closed as the Prince cursed at me and I felt like giggling. I wondered for a moment what the heck was happening to me. I looked to my Earth trained eyes ridiculous. I was not a guy in drag, no bra on to make me look female, and yet by Heredshe standards sexy. I pressed my purse down and tried to cover my rising hard-on.

"Are you touching yourself," Mandy asked me.

"Kind'a," I confessed feeling very embarrassed, "these clothes are making me feel sexy and I'm embarrassed." 

"We can fix that," said Mandy as she bent me over her knee lifted the skirt and quickly paddled my bottom. 

By the time the elevator arrived on the main level any idea of my rising pecker was gone. We passed a crowd of patrons, android and other slaves heading in as we headed out. The lights were on low and diffused light drifted in through the windows making rays of sunlight streak into the lobby. As we walked toward the main entrance I suddenly realized this was the first time I was looking out the front door leading away from the Starport and into the Free Zone.

The Free Zone from the front steps was very interesting. I half expected seeing a driveway with taxi cabs and limo's driving in and out. There was none, everybody used hover-cars and landed at a level fifty feet above ground level. There was a subway entrance/exit to the left and a well worn cobblestone road through a park towards the city. Oddly though; the sky was a complete white.

"I thought the sky would have more blue in it," I said to Mandy as she lead me down a road.

"You're looking at the roof of the dome," explained Mandy in mechanical recital tones. "The Free Zone has its own protective dome to keep prying eyes out, and is easy for those with repertory problems. Before you ask the park we are walking through is more than to have trees grow and a green space. If the Spaceport is shut down this open space would be used by the police and or military to blockade." We passed a couple, a man and a woman. He was naked wearing a large spiked collar and squatted like a dog having a movement. "It's also a good space for people when their pets need to relieve themselves."

A robotic pooper-scooper made rude noises as it rolled up and scooped up the mess. The man looked even more embarrassed as his girlfriend bent slightly to wipe his upturned ass. I just stood there, my jaw dropped to the ground. The woman spotted me and walked up to us.

"Never took a pet for a walk," she asked me. Her dog, was even more inquisitive as he pocked his nose right towards my crotch and sniffed.

"Well," I stammered. The dog yelped and pulled away from me and cowered behind his lady/owner.

"Oh excuse me," she smiled politely, "are you from Herdshe?"

"No Mistress," I said politely lowering my eyes from her, "I'm from the protected planet Earth and bonded to the Boom-boom Room. I guess you could say I'm a virgin in some respects."

"Interesting," she said as she politely reached out and raised my face to her. "Why are you out here? I though all Bonded Sex Slaves were confined to their owners."

That darn chatty Mandy had to choose that meeting to clam up and leave me hanging. The Lady was a local and looked more like Audrey Hepburn with the same grace and manners. Her boyfriend while playing a timid dog was shaved hairless but seemed no bigger than me, physically, kept hiding and looking at my crotch and seemed frightened. She had such beautiful eyes.

"It's my day off," I explained, "Mistress, my first day off since I got here. This is all so new to me and please pardon my staring at you and your dog. But may I ask, why is he so frightened of me?"

"Well," she laughed, "my boyfriend here is submissive and would do anything to please me. And since we can't have real pets he's agreed to be my dog. I've also been debating loudly with him that he should be a bitch, and taken by a man who's not afraid to do anything. And you can't be a Herdshe male, they have such small.... tools. I think he's afraid I might have you take his virginity."

"Mister Jones's activities are strictly negotiated by the Boom-boom Room," said Mandy giving her an electronic business card.

"Why thank you," she said taking the card. Then to me, "can you think or any other humiliation I should put him through?"

"Oh," I smiled looking down at the dog, "let's see, fetching the stick, ball, no, too tame." I smiled and whispered into her ear. "Get him a small to medium butt-plug with a dog tail attachment. It's uncomfortable and noticeably humiliating." The Lady laughed and lead her dog along in a different direction.

"Why did you wait so long when she questioned me," I asked Mandy as we strolled towards the city.

"Testing and observing," it told me. "My main parameter it to make sure the people assigned to my room work to better themselves. The conversation could go in a thousand directions, but you have to remember who you are and who owns you. You did well. How did you know about the dog tails?"

"We have them on Earth," I laughed, "but I bet your version has an automatic tail that wags back and forth."

"We do," agreed Mandy, "you show a remarkable intelligence. For an Earthman," it added.

We came to a shopping mall, it stood about ten stories tall since space was at a premium. There was an elevated mono-rail that ran in double lanes, and even an elevated parking garage for hover-cars. The building itself was made of formed concrete with stone facing at the base making the place seem ready to stand for a very long time. Over the arched door was the number six.

"What does the six stand for," I asked Mandy.

"The Six Corps," it told me. "As space travelers we steel ideas from other cultures and in a way make it our own. The Six Corps came from information we received from a group of aliens who have been studying Earth for the past thousand years. Do you know the story of the Six Corps?"

"No I don't," I told it.

"During the reign of Louis the Thirteenth; The Six Corps was the first corporation of six small guilds who combined their resources and space for the sale of commercial items. Clothing could only be purchased from the clothing guild, hats from another guild, swords, sword belts, all sorts of commercial items. Within twenty years the Six Corps had over one hundred and twenty small guild shops selling from their one store. I guess you could say they were the first Walmart of the Late Middle Ages. Some smart businessmen did the same here and turned a hundred small manufacturers into the first shopping mall."

"Cool," I said looking up and started to head in.

"Wait a minute," she said grabbing me by the arm and pulling me away from the door. "If we don't have an agenda of what we are going to do inside, every store will be sending me messages and enquiries to the point where I break down. So give me some information that I can use to politely turn them down while looking for what you want to do."

"Okay," I said moving back to a park bench. I made sure my skirt folded under my bottom and kept my knees together as we sat down. "Now, no need to do this in any particular order right?"

"Correct."

"I would like to have a snack from some place outside the Boom-boom Room. And not wholesome, just nice to eat on a day off that a person from Earth could eat. And I promise not to eat too much," I added respectfully.

"Good," it nodded.

"Also I need some cloths. I've seen advertisement on the television, and I haven't seen anything nice, can we be, on the cheap and yet made to order?"

"Can be done."

"And I know this sound feminine," I was embarrassed to say it, "but I am curious, so can we still just window shop?"

"Okay," smiled Mandy back at me standing up, "we've got more culture shock to come."

"I know," I said getting up, "and I can't wait to see it."

All this happened while a minor throng of people, androids, and robots moved about not paying any attention to us. I didn't notice it at the time but a floating robot camera left its position from a group hovering by a street-lamp and began following us. Once through the air-lock doors the air inside the Mall seemed cleaner and cooler. The mall was no different from any other on Earth in some respects.

To the left on Earth you may see "A Buck or Two" discount store, at the Six Corps Mall, "A Credit or Two". To the right instead of a medical clinic, a body modification shop. Computer animated 3D images of larger male dicks, women with variable size boobs, butts, and even fur covering. Things went from one extreme to another; something sensed I was a man. I saw a guy who looked like me, reflecting back at me. First his naked penis went very long. Shave genitals grew hair, then it went thicker, changed colour, I looked like a fox. It leaned forward, parted it's ass cheeks and a tail grew from its spine then grew foxy fur too. Even the face changed to look like a fox.

"We can even do simple modification," added a voice from somewhere. The animation showed me bending over and parting the ass cheeks till we were looking inside the human body. "Tired of always stopping to have your lover insert some lube? One simple operation and a genetically grown Heredshe male gastric gland can be inserted and a part of your body. So when you get horny your ass will automatically start lubricating for anal insertion. Also the Earth Human body has the prostate gland in a deep odd location; why not have a citreous added instead. One two three up the rectal wall, you can achieve an orgasm just as fast as anyone else. Having a bowel movement would suddenly become pleasing even while wearing a diaper. Or better still inside your throat for satisfaction while giving your lover oral sex."

I had to turn away, the image of me wearing a diaper and having an orgasm while taking a crap in a clear diaper was so disgusting. Mandy followed me and patted me on the bottom as we moved. We passed two other health booths before it said anything.

"Think of it as a negotiation point," she advised. "You may become the sex slave to some rich and powerful people. They may want to take you up the ass on a regular basis so the gastric gland implant may not be your choosing. You can say no accept a lower position or yes, get better pay, and eventual freedom."

"I suppose," I said, "I hate to admit it, at time I really enjoy anal sex. Just, a clit up my ass, pooping diapers."

"Not everybody like it," it chuckled.

"So is it water I'll be passing when I'm horny?"

"Oh no, the secretions of the gastric gland are a liquefied fat. Men store that fat inside their body's right here," it patted my belly.

"My Overseerer," I gasped realizing his fat belly.

"He was a Class One Courtesan by the time he gained his freedom. I guess he doesn't get it up the ass too often. His belly would be flatter then."

Well that made me think as my Android was obviously very familiar with the Six Corp Mall. We passed a number of fake punishment booths where patron stood or bent over spanking post their cloths in neat piles beside them. Various prostitutes were in roped off areas but not too far away cheap thrills would take place against the wall. Then to counter-point that preachers from ancient costumed to wearing modern cloths stood preaching against such disgusting attitudes. On the other hand, the Vergoth Religion, had their own chapel right in the mall to which people were lined up to enter.

"Your presence is not appreciated Slave," a burley Vergoth Security Guard said to me.

"Why," I asked feeling a bit of anger grow in me, "what did I do to hurt you?"

"You waste your time and sexual powers for the commerce of others," he growled back at me. "You should use your beauty to make a woman happy, provide her with strong children and care for them."

"Let's move along Jonesy," Mandy said pleasantly but gave me a warning smack on the bottom.

"I want to figure this guy out," I protested quietly to Mandy as it lead me away. I looked over my shoulder, the Vergoth religious symbol is an obvious stick cartoon of two people having sex. "They like having sex, and yet hate me?"

"Hate is a very strong word," instructed Mandy as it directed me to a street cafe. Reluctantly I had to sit on a cold wrought iron chair and listened to its lecture. "They disagree with our version of commerce, or public service. Besides the Vergoth are definitely against Homosexuality. They approve of experimentation, only if it is to show that a homosexual relationship cannot lead to a healthy family life."

"Homosexual couples can't have children," I asked it as I checked a selection on an electronic menu that was a part of the table. "But I saw a few TV shows where homosexual and lesbian couples were raising children."

"Very true," agreed Mandy, "but it is legal for Homosexuals to have children when they meet the legal process. The Vergoth Religion has be lobbying many planetary governments to change the laws. So far they only have about two percent of the popular vote, so they are watched."

The electronic menu pad slid back into the table and a cover slid into place to protect the electronics from any spilled drinks. A "sexy" fem-robot in a stylized waitress uniform, double D tits, wide hips, very fake hair on her basket ball size head with a painted smile stepped up to the table. On its left arm held a large platter. The left was a mechanical hand that waved in a friendly manor. Her belly opened and another pair of robotic arms popped out. One arm sprayed disinfectant on the table while the other wiped it up.




Slave Immigrant Ch. 05



"Good afternoon Citizen Jones," it chirped, "it is a pleasure to have a noted Singer Courtesan such as you visiting the Hot-buns Cafe. Here are your pastries and vanilla coffee. The Manager is very busy out back, but asked me if you could autograph your CD." It placed a CD on the table in front of me. Inside behind the protective cover was a picture of me with the girls taken when we were singing for a beer. Behind us was an entire chorus line of dancers dressed in the same uniforms and above us a bright title, Pontiac Jones: Singing for Beer.

I was about as stunned as a Boy Scout getting a good look at a Girl Scout who just dropped her towel to reveal her naked body and asked you to fuck her. I looked at Mandy who smiled and offered me a pen. Sighing I took it, was about to sign when I remembered when I met a really famous person and decided to copy his actions.

"Hey I just can't sign this," I paused, "what's the Manager's name, we have to make this personal."

"Betty Herbgrakough," the robot said.

"To Betty," I said as I wrote, then stopped. "You better tell me how to spell Herbgrakough," I smiled back at the robot knowing full well Betty is probably in a very busy kitchen half watching the security monitors. "My Android here promised to spank me good if I spell it wrong. Don't want to eat this lovely snack standing up."

The robot laughed a recorded laugh followed by some harsh coughing. I guess Betty was trying to give verbal instructions to the robot and was caught up with the humour. Mandy remained motionless, I guess it was communicating with the control room of the Boom-boom Room. It remained silent as I enjoyed my snacks and watched the people walk by.

Later as we headed towards a tailor shop I spotted Free Skyes version of a HMV shop. There in one corner amongst all the various pop posters of various music talents, including Jimmy Hendrix, was myself and the other Earth Bonded Slaves singing. I stopped in front of my own poster, and remained calm.

"Explain," I said through the side of my mouth to Mandy.

"What can I say," said the voice of my Overseerer, "you were a hit. When internet hits of you and the Bonded Slaves from Earth hit the million mark management decided to capitalize on it. You took the lead position, but everybody who sang and danced with you is "profiting" from this venture. It's barely worth calling a CD so we added individual biographies of you and almost all of the slaves. You were not the only one is very embarrassing positions. You are definitely on your way to gaining your freedom from being a Bonded Sex Slave."

"What kind of money are we talking?"

"Well the Company get an obscene cut out of all of this, and it is very legal. You were not a citizen at the time, so if you sing or do enough for another CD you will be able to negotiate how much goes to you and how much goes to The Company."

"Fine," I sighed. "I should have a butt plug up my ass to remind me of just how much the company is screwing me."

"That can be arranged," chucked the Overseerer, "but not necessary. If you look in that box of stuff you were given you would have found your CD in it. Also I saw how you handled your first autograph. I'm impressed, I passed it along to management. They just might train you as a legitimate entertainer, no more sex with Heredshe women, hello groupies."

"I don't know; you make one little mistake or run out of ideas and you become another Bobby Bloom."

"Who is Bobby Bloom?"

"He came and went so fast nobody remembers. Besides let's not make any plans I'll trust Management's decision. Why box yourself in?"

We managed to make it past the music store and went into Civilized Tailors to another surprise. It seemed the local manager there liked the song we did and a look of the a'ways kept ringing through the place. After signing a poster, and three CD's we finally got to having some clothing made. This lead to some more problems because I wasn't interested in the so called latest fashions on other planets.

"But I was sure you would want the latest in Heredshe fashion," crooned the metro-sexual manager. "You look so fetching in Heredshe house clothes."

"Well," I sighed, "I'm still an Earthman at heart. So I'll describe what I want and let's see if your computer can match my specifications. I would like to wear what we in Canada call "Sweats". It is a variation of sweating but in the plural." I kept my head about me knowing Mandy would paddle the hell out of me for using Earth words.

"Sweats by Mister Jones," crooned the Manager wondering about a business exclusive.

"Joint partnership with the Company," chirped in Mandy. "He's still our property."

"Sixty forty."

"Seventy thirty," said Mandy, "standard company rates."

"Look guys," I said to them. "This is just stuff I like to wear on my days off, just lounging around. I don't think anybody would be interested in them."

"Outside of what we make for you," explained the Manager, "all it will be is a computer image on a monitor for people to see. And I love to see you swing your cute behind about. Now what kind of underwear you like to wear?"

Well I guess the guy wanted to wear the same underwear I was wearing; who was I to complain. After getting a few pairs of boxer-briefs and T-shirts made, designing sweat pants, hoodie, and sneakers was easy. I just wanted solid colours, eighty percent cotton, and easy pockets. The material had a nice feel to it, and was warm. I had a grey, navy blue, and black suits all for the low price of one hundred credits. Only problem was, no change rooms.

"Citizen Jones," said a panting man who ran into the shop with three robot cameras floating after him. "Bernie Makay of Outrageous News here, you are the Pontiac Jones."

"Hey I recognize you," I smiled. Outrageous News was the Free Zones version of Action News on Earth. However their network had triple X versions of TV Drama's and comedy shows. I was hooked on The Warnerve Family, a afternoon soap opera. It seemed like every Thursday the house maid would just get her ass spanked, paddled, caned, and then fucked by the Warnerve Family Matriarch. It was hot; she went from enjoying it to crying in sheer pain.

"Yes sir that's nice," said Bernie condescendingly. "What are you doing here?"

"Trying to slip into something comfortable," I smiled then looked at Mandy who I know the Overseerer was enjoying how embarrassed I was becoming. "Can you unzip me," I asked Bernie.

"Oh," gulped Bernie who timidly reached for the zipper up my back. "I'm kind'a spoken for."

"Well this was a gift from a client," I smiled back as I took the dress off. "I think she prefers I wear it only for her." I kept calm as the cameras followed me as I undressed and passed my clothing to Mandy.

"Did you know your Singing for Beer songs were doing so well?" 

"Nope," I half laughed, "I thought what happens in the bar, stays in the bar."

"No," chuckled Bernie, "what happens in the Free Zone stays in the Free Zone. So don't worry about that. For the most part, CD's do travel." The thought of me being on the cover of the local Teen Beat Magazine made me blush. "Any thought on that, you seem to be blushing."

"The thought of teenagers defying their parents singing away away with the pipes and drums while they spank their bottoms. Yea, that is embarrassing." I finally took off my panties.

"Oh I see you don't wear any anal jewellery."

"Anal jewellery," I said as my butt-cheeks cringed and my penis slowly got hard.

"Anybody who likes to have their bottom touched as much as you wears anal jewellery," explained the Manager. "Take a look at mine," he said as he turned around, propped his pants and underwear to reveal a green glass cut gemstone between his ruddy butt cheeks. "It's a very comfortable butt plug," he added.

"I guess mine would be a small sign saying Property of the Boom-boom Room," I chuckled as I pulled on my boxer-briefs.

Bernie continued with the usual array of nothing questions. Favourite colours, have I made love to any corporate giants, what do I plan to do with my singing career. I referred to my management contract with the company and thanked my good luck to be where I was. Most important of all I thanked my fans for their support. I waited for Bernie to ask me repeatedly before I gave in and did an impromptu song and dance before I could get out of there.

We walked out of the store as curious onlookers stood and watched me in amazement. Meanwhile Mandy was loaded down with parcels and moved gracefully. I looked up and saw that the electronic billboard suddenly changed. Sweats by Mister Jones blared in bright yellow letters. Then a picture of me doing my song and dance while wearing my Sweats.

Ahh the price of fame; I just shrugged and headed back for the Boom-boom Room. I wanted to talk to my fellow singers but Mandy reminded me I haven't had any supper and had to get back to my room. I was hanging up my new cloths while Mandy put my dress in the cleaner when there was a knock at the door.

"Housekeeping," called a muffled voice. I rushed to the door and was very surprised.

"Hi there," smiled my Overseerer, he held up a small parcel. "I just got off duty when this came by. It's from upstairs so you better read it."

The Overseerer sauntered into my room while half watching me. I quickly undid the ribbons and looked inside a bundle of tissue paper. It was one of those curious jewelled butt-plugs, metal shaft, four inches long, not too big and a gemmed button at the base. The stone was not a large glass fake gem, clear white and a brilliant shine. It also had the same note: wear this when I send for you.

"This thing looks real," I said.

"Let me see," said the Overseerer as he took out a small instrument from the back of his pouches. It made an odd sound as he checked it over. "It's real, space diamond, worth about one thousand credits, quite the item to have between your cheeks. Want to try it on?"

"Ohh," I sighed as I reached for my pants and went to the Ottoman. "Wait a minutes," I paused, "did you ask me a question?"

"Well it is your day off," he shrugged, "I'm on my own time here. I use to have a room like this," he looked out my window. "I got to look at a blank wall," he noted.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, I was going to give you an uncomfortably large butt plug with a sign saying: Property of the Boom-boom Room on it, but the site manager caught me working on it when I was supposed to be watching you guys. So she made me an Errand Boy." He paused, "oh boy, I might be in shit now."

"Is somebody watching us?"

"Hard to tell, I mean I could whip out my security scanner and check. But that would be too obvious, you are on yellow security. So unless Mandy tells me there is a message for me, or my phone rings I think I'm safe."

"So what are you doing here?"

"Okay," he signed sitting down, "I don't have many friends in this place, only been here four months." He looked at me, "what, I can't like you?"

"I don't know," I said sitting down on the sofa, "I get spanked every time I talk to my fellow Earthmen, and I think Mandy will not let me now."

"Oh, yea, Class Ten courtesans still have to prove themselves. Your file is under review, but I can talk to you. I'm Michaela Sobbolnoskie, but my friends call me Mike," he offered his hand in a very Earth-like offer.

"Pleased to meet you Mike," I said shaking his hand. He had a good firm handshake for a person with such soft hands. "My friends use to call me Al, short for Alfred."

"Really, well I noticed you cringed when you were given the boy-toy name of Jonesy. And I'm sorry for using your middle name Pontiac as a public name. That is such an unusual name I felt it would be best used. As a Citizen you can have that changed if it makes you uncomfortable."

"No Pontiac is a good public name. Soo, how did you become a Courtesan?"

"Oh," he actually blushed, "the pearls of youth. I was terrible with relationships and instead of joining the military academy I became volunteered to join the Imperial Courtesan Academy."

"You're from the Middle Kingdom?"

"Yea, this is a body sculpting job. Skin tones, eyes, smaller dick, and my patron who was a notorious closet homosexual paid for the gland and double clitoris operation up my ass. I joined the Space Marines just in time for the war. The rectal catheters would at times give me an orgasm while in battle. I envy you."

"Why's that?"

"One of these," he said holding up the jewelled butt-plug, "will not make you cum after half an hour's use. It would just be uncomfortable."

"So do you like being in charge?"

"You sound like a courtesan interviewing a client, and not a friend."

I took a chance, what's the worst that could happen? I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him over my lap. I gave his round but a few quick slaps and waited. He did not try to get off me. I pushed him off me to his knees and shook him.

"What do you want?"

"I need a spanking," he half whispered looking down and avoiding my eyes.

"Then take your clothes off and bend over that ottoman," I snapped getting up and pacing the floor. The ottoman remained an ottoman. "Mandy I've just been asked by a friend to dominate him, now order the rooms computers I am in charge, and get me a light paddle."

"Thank you citizen," said Mike as he rubbed his ass in anticipation of a pleasant spanking.

"That's Master," I told him. "Mandy make that a heavy paddle."

The room obeyed me and the ottoman rose up as a naked Mike bent over it. His arms and legs moved into position but the straps did not tie him down since I did not order it. I looked him over; Mike's body was hairless except for his head hair and genitals. The crack of his ass looked slightly damp. Deciding to be cruel I gave his butt a couple hard slaps to which he jerked, grunted, but held still.

"Why do you keep your body hairless?"

"Because," he struggled with the words, "because being hairless makes me feel sexy."

"Why not your balls?"

"W-well, I half figured I might have to give a student some lessons on oral sex, and hairy balls is always nasty."

"Mandy fetch my shaving kit, somebody is going to have to shave his balls today." I gave him half a dozen more slaps with the paddle as he jumped and cried in pain.

"Some Marine you are crying over a little paddling. You scream any louder and that Prince in the hall-way will hear you."

"Oh no please gage me Master, you have a nice ball gag in the room kit Master."

"Mandy fetch me a penis gage."

"NO! Not a penis. I mean not a penis gage Master."

I took the penis gag from Mandy and gently oiled the tip with the grease that leaked from Mike's asshole. I took a sniff; it actually smelled like cooked bacon. No wonder Mike was such a pig, I laughed to myself. With the greasy tip in from of Mike's face he struggled to hold his place. I crouched down to get a good look at him.

"Is no your safe word," I asked him quietly.

"No Master, only if I say No by the Great Wargod. Only those four words all together quickly Master. You must release me, and send me home. No matter how much I beg to stay or switch, send me home. Can I give warning Master?"

"No," I said to him as I shoved the penis into his mouth and buckled the simulated leather straps behind his head. "You wimp out, you go home."

Well to say the least Mike stayed with me long into the night. I raised welts on his fat behind and he cried as he shaved his balls in front of me. He was also not a bad cook. He accessed the room's computer ordered steak, potatoes, veggies, chocolate cake for me, and actually begged me to do the diaper cream-pie for him to eat. We watched TV and slept together.

He got up early and when I half begged him to stay. He gave me a hard spanking and told me never to stop a client from leaving when they have a schedule to keep. He then put the gemmed plug up my ass and told me to go to sleep. It was difficult, but I did with dreams of some big strong man giving me a hard butt-fucking over and over again.



Slave Immigrant Ch. 06



After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skys. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. I guess Human Recourses had me figured out. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websites were tracked alright, but not by Homeland Security. I was a 24/7 Bonded Sex Slave with a 5 million credit debt to pay off. Worse still I didn't have any say on how or what I would be doing, I wasn't a citizen. After taking a Citizenship Test; that all changed.

I had one day, not even a half day off when I found out just how much the Company was either screwing me, or just getting the most out of me. As a Courtesan Level 10 I had absolutely no privacy. The entire bachelor apartment was wired for sound and video. And not just for me, all rooms were like that for security purposes. As it turns out patrons to the Boom-boom Room, yea that's the name of the Corporation/Brothel Hotel Chain I work for, has a live feed channel where patrons can check me out before the use me. So I could be either watching TV, or going to the bathroom, and well some pervert is watching, checking out how much I cost depending on what they want to do with me. Class 10 Courtesans cost anywhere from one credit to five, unless somebody else wants to use me at the same time; then there is a bidding war. In my opinion the only "sexy" thing is do is shave my balls on camera every other day. But who knows, I also get an enema two to five times a day depending on how many people fuck me.

At any rate after I did my daily exercises, and other chores I was planning on taking a tour of the city when the door swung open. It was Mike my Overseerer/Trainers, and I think friend with some other fellow in a fancy suit carrying a suitcase. Not sure what to do, I got off the sofa and went down to my knees and looked at the floor.

"Get up Pontiac we're not here to play with you," said Mike quickly. Then to the guy, "this was the leader of the coral group Citizen Alfred Pontiac Jones." Then to me, "Pontiac this is Doctor Soggartis, he is a Music Consultant the Company has on retainer to scout, recruit, and train any Bonded Personnel who has musical talent. This may be your ticket out of here."

"Don't be so rude," the Doc snapped at Mike. He had one of those retractable canes that snapped out to a wicked three feet long. He hit the chair with a loud crack that definitely got my attention. "Boy-Toy Pontiac here, MAY be talented, but that is for ME to DECIDE!" And yes he flamed, or shouted each capped word and hit the sofa again. "You have ten seconds to get naked slave and bent over before I start adding two for every second you are over ten. You already have ten coming to you for being dressed when I entered the room."

Then he started counting, quickly I may add and found myself five seconds over. I was bent over holding my ankles to which he made sure I knew who was in charge. It was quite the inspection; he looked down my throat, teeth, and nose. Mandy lowered the lights and he had the entertainment centre change to visual aids as he had me start singing scales. It was a quick course on how to read music and reach the notes he wanted. I wasn't to force my voice, just be natural while projecting the sound and level he wanted. Then he threw a curve ball at me.

"Now can you sing while being buggered," he asked me.

"Excuse me Doctor," I stammered quickly, "the Boy-Toy doesn't understand the question."

"You are learning Erotic Opera," the Doctor explained pointing his cane at me. "I didn't bring this Class One Courtesan here with me to explain who he trains. He will fuck you up the ass to the beat of the music while you follow the notes on the monitor and sing. Now on your knees and elbows, ass up, look at the monitor. Mister Mike, what are you standing there for. Drop your pants and panties, get hard and get ready to work."

"Are you shitting me," asked Mike.

"NO!" There was a loud crack with that and Mike was on the receiving end of it. "I was told I would have total co-operation, and my dear old slave, you are still a Submissive, so get ready to work."

Mike got on his knees, lubricated my ass and slid his cock into me. As always it hurt when something large than one finger went up my bum. Mike and I both waited under his watchful eye. Once satisfied he smiled and started playing the music.

It was difficult to concentrate to singing while being buggered, but not impossible. I felt more sorry for Mike who was just plain not use to doing it to music. The Doc got behind him and used that cane on his ass more than me. I went through the song three times, just scales mind you but I did it. He then ordered us both to bend over the couch back side by side.

"Sorry about the mistakes," I whispered to Mike.

"This is horrible," hissed Mike, "I have to follow this guy all day long."

"Mandy penis-gage both these Courtesans," said the Doc looking up from his computer suitcase. "And give them both twenty with a leather paddle for talking."

Poor Mike, I thought for sure this guy was some weird client, but he wasn't, the Company actually had him on retainer to check out the musical abilities of bonded courtesans. Mike unfortunately was a fringe benefit. He became the sexual toy to the Mad Music Director as they went all the Earth Bonded Courtesans. It would have been a good mystery to work out, except there were more surprises to come.

"Get off that sofa," said Mandy smacking me on a very sore ass. "Get into the Dark Closet I need you fully cleaned up, the oral tube will feed you. We have a busy day today."

"Okay Mike just got taken by the Mad Music Director," I said to the Android. "Who's inside Mandy now?"

"I thought you would have figured that out by now," it chuckled back at me. "I'm Marcy Augusta McDermott, when I was a Class Ten Courtesan this was my room and the Android was L3R16. Level 3 Room 16, they gave it my Nickname of Mandy in honour of the day I made Imperial Courtesan Level Ten. One of our company directives was to turn the Imperial Courtesans on their head. I thought this was clever. Now get into that cleaning unit before I use some Instant-heal on you for a whole new level of pain."

While I was in the closet a video played through the goggles explaining to me that Instant-heal while wickedly healing all signs of trauma inside and out compacts the pain as well. So while the healing pads, which are old school, heal you and leave a lingering pain while the sub-surface tissue still heals; Instant-heal compresses the whole process. Most patients are kept unconscious while this happen but some real sick person would could do this kind of S&M on you are awake.

"Put this on," said Mandy/Marcy when I came out of the Dark Closet. It was that butt plug with the gem in the base.

"These things were not too popular on Earth," I told her as I grimaced and forced the darn thing into me. "Glue or something, the glass gem just pops out."

"We have some better adhesives methods out here than on your primitive planet."

"Ouch," I tried to move it comfortably into position, "are you enjoying yourself?"

"Not really; I'm just measuring how much you are willing to inflict pain on yourself."

"Oh, and the result?"

"Lowest level possible, you would rather have somebody or machine do it for you. Now put the suit on." I bent over to put my silk boxer's on. "It does look so nice in you," she added.

Marcy or Mandy remained silent as I put the suit on. I never dreamed what a pure silk suit felt like. On Earth a suit like this would come from, Italy or Hong Kong and cost at least a thousand bucks, probably more. Wide shoulders, tight double breasted waist, lapels, and cuffs on the pants which screamed; look I can afford all this material. The shirt had a nice high collar to which when the matching tie was added completely covered my bonded slave collar. There was even a matching hat which almost gave me a gangster like look. I would have felt like a king in such a suit if I didn't have a darn butt-plug up my ass reminding me I was an owned sex-toy.

"Should I wear my ring," I asked Mandy.

"Wear this fake one," said the Android handing me a ring with a matching space diamond that was one tenth the size of the one between my ass-cheeks. "It's registered in your name, but if somebody does a records search they will find it goes to Miss Marcy's Company Bank Account. So don't get carried away with it, just use it with the splash of a Class Ten Gigolo."

"Gigolo," I chuckled as she lead me to the door. "What no move along with a firm slap on the rump?"

"I'm saving that for when I have you given a real punishment," said Mandy/Marcy.

"Well; look what rolled in with the fleet," smirked the Prince from his usual position in the Punishment Booth outside the elevators. "My little brother's a Gigolo," he said to his android.

"Give him fifty with the belt," I told the android.

"You have to pay for it," the Prince laughed.

I waved my ring over a chest piece on the android's chest and saw its eyes light up. The Prince screamed in terror as the Android mechanically picked up a paddle and pressed it to the Prince's lips to kiss. It then moved to one side and waited for me to nod before it gave the first stroke.

"Did you invent Instant-heal," I asked the terrified Prince.

"No," he shrugged hanging his head in shame. The Android patted his rump. "I know," he said to the Android, "double if I lie. I commissioned the group of scientist to come up with the stuff. We had better ways of interrogating prisoners, but I enjoyed watching the results. Do you know if you do it too often the prisoner dies from the effect? Is that enough I don't enjoy this."

"Butt-fuck him too," I said to the Android bringing my ring to its chest. "Stroke his cock while you're doing it to make him enjoy it."

"You bastard," screamed the Prince as we headed into the elevator. "You're not my genetic brother, you're my bastard son." 

If he had anything else to say while he was being punished I didn't hear it the doors are pretty sound-proof. I went to stop the elevator, see what he was confessing to. The Android stopped me.

"Don't waste your time on him," Marcy's voice said from the Android. "He was a consummate liar when he was on display at the Imperial House on Saint Berry. Five years back they worked some kind of clemency deal and moved him hear. Now he just hangs here waiting for somebody to punish him. We still get well paid as travellers from all over Green Gem of the Middle Kingdom show up just to beat on him. I'd rather be shoved out an airlock than be where he is, forever."

"Nasty version of hell," I had to comment just before the door opened.

Marcy's office was a hive of activity as what were once decorative desks now had operators and active computers. Marcy looked harried and dishevelled with a blue-tooth-like headset on dictating in several different directions. She signalled us to come to her. 

"Welcome to Administrative Hell," she told me. "You're first assignment as a Junior Executive with the Boom-boom Room concerns this felon here." She pointed to a Middle Kingdom woman who sat on a chair looking a mess. He skin was not a very dark colour, more coffee coloured like the high nobles of the planet. She had a new collar on her neck which shined against her skin. A Room Android stood behind her while her Court Appointed Attorney was a face in a hovering TV.

"I am Princess Camille Dos-Collins you second rate Courtesan," she spat at Marcy.

"Maybe we should call her Coffee," I said to Marcy loud enough for her and her attorney to hear, "that way anybody from the Middle Kingdom will not be showing up just to torture her."

"That would be a good idea," suggest the Attorney, "the crew of your Space Yacht are making heavy demands for back-pay they may want to use you in lieu of payment. Those sort of things happen out here." 

"I'm not sure if that's a good idea," said Marcy showing me he computer clipboard, "she ran up over eight million in gambling debts and her bank account have been frozen."

"I am a member of the Royal Family," snarled the fallen Princess, "the King himself will have words with you."

"She was caught giving oral sex in the elevators," added Marcy.

"Barter is legal on Free Skyes," she cried.

"Only with company personnel," corrected Marcy, "we covered that issue already."

"So what's the problem," I asked looking down on the spoiled brat, "strip her, take her to a room and advertize if anybody want to spank and fuck a real Princess come on down."

"Nobody touches or fucks me unless I say so," snapped the brat.

"That's the problem," concluded Marcy.

"Well," I smiled looking down at her, "under those conditions we could probably have you here till you are eight hundred years old. Look at me Princess," she looked up at me. "You don't want to spend the next eight hundred years dusting room do you?"

"But the King," she whimpered in a sudden fear, "he's my Godfather. He wouldn't let this happen."

"What makes you thing," I said sternly, "the all powerful King of the Middle Kingdom is not punishing you already. Did you disobey him before?"

"Only once," she confessed to me, "he spanked me."

"I see," I said sternly. I on an inspiration, (and I hope not from that asshole I left in the hallway,) I helped her out of the chair and sat down confidently legs apart. She kept looking at me like a frightened little girl. "So what did he do?"

"He put me over his lap," she confessed putting my legs together and lying across my lap, he rumpled rust coloured evening dressed fanny looking at me. "And spanked me."

"Like this," I asked giving a few slaps on the bottom making sure she felt it. "I don't believe you," I added as I lifter her dress up and off her bottom. "Was it more like this," I added giving her a few more on the panties covered bottom. She took the punishment rather well as if she was use to it.

"Let's be honest with each other," I pulled down her panties, "it was on the bare. And something much harder."

"Yes," she whimpered.

I spanked her harder, her coffee covered bottom slowly got redder and redder. She began to sob and twist her body. Her legs were no longer together and her stylishly shaved pussy became very visible. From between her pussy lips a thick cream of pre-orgasmic fluid began to ooze out.

"Admit it," I said to her, "you're enjoying this, and you want more."

"Yes," she sobbed, "please fuck me."

I threw her off my lap and over an empty desk that was next to us. Her panties, so white and slightly soiled on the floor; her dress pulled up to her shoulders. She literally came on my pants through to my underwear.

"You soiled my pants," I snapped at her. "What are the Middle Kingdom's traditional punishment instruments," I asked Marcy.

"Hand, paddle, belt, and strap, for warm-ups," chirped the android, "then for punishment the Royal Paddle, riding crop, and the standard cane."

"Well for this Royal bum it's the Royal Paddle," I said to her, "Mandy go get one. So you want to be fucked," I said to the Princess. "I know you can give head, and by the size of your pussy lips I'd say plenty of people have been there. Where else have you been fucked?"

"As a part of my Sexual Education Class," she cried, "I had to get it up the bum. It hurt, please don't."

"Lube it," I said to her android. "Erotic," I added quietly.

When a sub gets erotic lube shoved up their ass; they get very horny. When it's on a person's penis, they feel very horny too and ready to conquer the world. Considering my penis was smaller than the average Middle Kingdom Male; I was gambling she would enjoy what I was going to do to her.

I slowly worked myself into her upturned bottom. As the lube made my dick tingle I resisted the urge and fuck her madly as I worked to get her comfortable to it. Eventually she started moaning and raising herself up to it. This made me want to fuck her long and hard.

"Oh please fuck me," she begged, "oh that feels so good." I had to grab her arms and keep them behind her back. I started banging her as hard as possible. "Oh I can feel your balls," she screamed.

"You Earthmen take too long," Marcy snapped at me as a belt landed across my bottom. "She's finished."

"But I'm not," I said. The look in her eye as she casually moved around the desk. I pulled my aroused penis out of her and looked for my pants.

"Your pants are soiled," Marcy told me. "Come over here and take the rest of your cloths off. Android L3R25 give her twenty."

As the Princess cried out with each heavy swat on her naked bottom I stood where she could see me and stripped. I turned and saw a bin where my pants were and started tossing my clothes in there. I wasn't till I sat on the edge of the desk to take off my shoes and socks when she really screamed.

"What's with this you're a COURTESAN?"

"Yes and I'm testing him," said Marcy, "he's my boy-toy."

"By the way I'm not finished," I added. I signalled the Android to stop paddling her. "Princess how many swats have you received?"

"I don't," she stammered, "I don't know."

"Exactly," I said, "now start all over and thank me." The first swat landed.

"Ouch, one. Thank-you sir, may I have another."

"Wrong," I snapped. "I am a Level Ten Bonded Sex Slave. Start again."

"But a level ten is the highest level possible of Royal Courtesans, I'm honoured."

"Wrong again," we all laughed at her.

"A Level Ten Bonded Sex Slave is the absolute lowest one can get," I told her. "For the most part all of Level Three has company internet cameras as we try to sell you to our patrons. Is that in her contract."

"She signed off on that," smiled Marcy, "even this event is a live feed."

"I wonder what Prince Otto would say?" Prince Otto was the King's younger brother and Governor of the Planet.

"He wouldn't waste his time here," she spat and then through the pain and tears smiled. "I hope it shocks him."

"After twenty years on this planet," noted Mandy, "and one hundred and forty-two visits he just might come by and fuck you too. Continue with the punishment."

"One," she gasped after the first landed, "thank you may I have another Level Ten Bonded Sex Slave."

"Was he really here," I asked Marcy. She showed me the report overview. Large parts went blank.

"Why did so many go blank," I asked.

"Only level two and up may see," she told me. "Now let's see I owe you a punishment."

"Ahem," said the lawyer, "are we finished?"

"Sorry," said Marcy to him respectfully, "I thought you were doing other things."

"Oh I thought I did a good job hiding the fact I was playing with myself," he snickered.

"We got level 4 Courtesans who can deal with that banter," she laughed back at him. "Okay the Princess is being processed in. She'll need about four hours rest in her new room before you should ask her for a real decision. As far as I can see, she will start out as a Level Ten Bonded Sex Slave, and will only receive the usual range of spankings and fuckings. Now that only pays about one to five credits for four hours work. We can keep it at that and her name is Coffee. But as Princess Camille Dos-Collins we can triple the fees as people just love punishing a spoiled brat. The Room Android is there to make sure she is not hurt too badly, cutting, or accidental bleeding due to too many spanks. She shows any talent or high demand, her prices will go up and we do test our courtesans like this boy-toy." She patted me on the bottom. "He goes both ways," she added.

"Naa," he smiled, "I'm too straight for that. Jones, hey you ain't Pontiac Jones are you."

"Yes sir," I blushed all over and my dick went hard.

"They play him all the time," he laughed. "Okay got'ta go," the screen went black and the phone unit floated away.




Slave Immigrant Ch. 06



"So what next," I asked Marcy, "all that hard work, rest time?"

"You wish," she smiled and nodded towards a large set of doors. It was hard to notice it, but I thought the high arched windows was just for show, but one set actually had French Doors that lead to a Class D landing platform. Except instead of having anything from a 150 ton starship to small hovercycle a punishment platform was locked into place. A naked male Android lead a woman from Earth off the platform towards another desk where a well dressed controller was waiting for her.

"Who is she," I half whispered as I saw the welts that went painfully from her shoulders to the soles of her feet. Despite all the obvious pain she managed to hold her head high and composed.

"She's the woman from Chicago," Marcy explained, "she's with the same group you came in on. A courtesan test, or gigolo test for you. The punishment I was talking about for you. I think one hundred with the riding crop will do."

"One hundred," I gasped.

"Make that two hundred for whining," snapped Marcy. She walked up to me and grabbed hold of my deflating penis. "Or maybe three, and take it like a man. We have full media coverage watching the new batch of Courtesans getting tested. So behave yourself."

Darn, I cursed myself, I never shouldn't have bragged about the time my Mistress gave me a thousand with the crop. Admittedly parts of them were light taps, but by ass and thighs were black and blue for a few days later. She even stopped to take a phone call while waiting for me to stop crying and see if I would call the safe word. I never said it, not because I was challenging her, but to see if I could take it.

I was in a half dazed as I followed Mandy through the doors and into the windy air high above the Boom-boom Room. A small swarm of media camera robots floated by circling me like a group of Toreadors tormenting a bull before the Matador comes in for the final punishment. Surprisingly a familiar face took me out of all my self-pity.

"Bernie Makay of Outrageous News here," smiled the familiar face of a TV Monitor that was mounted on top of a somewhat larger hover robot with a series of camera eyes faced me. "How do ya feel right now?"

"Worried," I said and then laughed.

"Can you expand on that," said Bernie as his robot followed us.

"Well," I explained as I kept pace with Mandy wondering if I earned any extra punishment for doing this. "I'm being tested as a Gigolo, and I have to remain calm, composed, and take the hard beating I'm about to receive in a respectable fashion."

"And just what is your major concern," asked Bernie.

"Besides the pain," I asked as Mandy looped each of my wrists in some odd belt that looked like seat-belts to me. "Well, I half wish I could have gone to the bathroom."

"Oh," he egged me on.

"Well I'd look pretty silly pissing on the platform in the middle of my punishment," I explained. Then I noticed a smallish robot similar to the ones that hovered indoors like dragonflies. "On the other hand I wouldn't mind pissing on that camera that's so close to my dick."

The cameras suddenly moved back as my legs were pulled apart to the point where I was standing on my toes. Mandy's legs stretched as her face became level with mine. It's face had changed slightly to look more like Marcy's.

"I did say three hundred," she said to me.

"Yes Mistress," I whispered with sudden fear.

"Let's see how confident you feel after six hundred," the Android smiled, "for giving interviews." I felt something move under my cock and balls. I looked down and saw the android was holding a tin can under my penis. "I'd rather have you pee before you are punished." I relaxed and emptied myself into the can.

"Ms. McDermott," begged Bernie, "one final question please. Did you actually purchase that Star Gem that's a part of the butt-plug up Pontiac's ass."

"Why yes," said Marcy's voice coming from the Android as she turned to the camera. "As a Director of the Boom-boom Room one of my job perks is to have my own personal boy-toy."

"Aren't you worried that under such a harsh punishment he would lose control and push the plug out of his ass."

"Then Ladies and Gentlemen; he wouldn't be my boy-toy anymore and you folks can bid on him."

"Bid, is he up for private sale?"

"All things are possible, but for the moment till we finish reviewing his file he is still a lowly Level 10 Sex Slave."

"So what do you have to say to that Pontiac, you going to drop that thing?"

I looked at Marcy/Mandy; while the interview was going on I felt like shit. Was that it; I'm just a boy-toy sex slave for her to play with. A piece of the Boom-boom Room's product line which people could have for a price. Then I remembered this was Free Skyes where anything can be bought and sold. Worse still I wanted to be a 24/7 sex slave for the longest period of time in another world another life. I smiled and waited to see what Marcy would say. Six hundred is going to be bad.

"Well Pontiac; are you a boy-toy or Gigolo?"

"I want to be her Gigolo," I smiled back at the face of Bernie. "And my ass is tight. I get fucked by these well hung Spacemen from the Middle Kingdom and it hurts like hell every time. Then a medical robot shoves a healing finger or something up my ass, and I'm ready to do it all over again. Hell for a small fee Bernie, when Ms McDermott finished whipping me, you can take that uncomfortable thing out of my ass and butt-fuck me right here."

"He's bragging right," said Bernie.

"Certainly not," smiled Marcy/Mandy in business mode, "he's a Boom-boom Room Courtesan, he can take a bum beating and still lift it up for a good fuck. Bidding starts at ten credits." The Android then pressed itself against me and whispered into my ear. "As always the salesman," it kissed me full on the mouth.

What people didn't know was that Marcy went into an enclosed side-office which was part holographic suit. She moved inside Mandy's body and saw what the android saw. She might have been kissing an android that was inside the room copying my movements but I felt almost living lips, teeth, and tongue reaching inside my mouth. When she broke off, the android returned to normal mode and began my punishment.

"One," I chanted, ouch did that hurt a very had one hitting the gem and almost pushing it into me. "Thank you Mistress McDermott, may I have another." I didn't need to be reminded, and I didn't want any extras.

I'll never know who the sick puppy was that designed Mandy's programming, but he, she or it, was very good. Androids are separate from robots since they have the capacity to learn and maintain their function of making us learn to be better. The Android switched from one bum cheek to the other, my back, calves, thighs and feet. It even gave me a few mild taps on the balls and penis. Just when I though I couldn't take much more bottom punishment; the crop would whiz around and strike me hard on the chest, stomach and face. I hated face slaps, but endured them. When it was over Mandy or was it Marcy kissed me again.

"Now assume the fucking position Gigolo," she/it told me.

As stiff as I was from the punishment I slowly went down to my knees and then elbows ass high in the air. I felt a pair of hands play with my very sore bottom. They caressed the welts on my sore ass, parted the cheeks and pulled the butt plug out. I yelped with pain as it went out of me. I was about to turn my head and see if it was indeed Bernie fucking me, but Mandy pushed my face to the floor.

"Customer's request," it told me.

As I said before no matter how much into sub-space I went nor how opened my ass was it still hurt. The cock plunged deep into me. I might have been numb and sore, but I could still feel the trousers of the guy fucking me. Ten minutes later he was finished. Mandy's naked foot held my face to the ground while the butt-plug was thankfully put back into me. I heard footsteps walk away from us before I was allowed to stand. The platform area was empty, not a robot in site.

"Why did everybody leave," I had to ask, "did I look that ughly?"

"Customer request," said the Android, "he wanted privacy."

"Wow, you need to have some power to tell the Media to fuck-off and they do it."



Slave Immigrant Ch. 07



After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. I guess Human Recourses had me figured out all right. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websites were tracked alright, but not by Homeland Security. I was a 24/7 Bonded Sex Slave with a 5 million credit debt to pay off. Worse still I didn't have any say on how or what I would be doing, I wasn't a citizen. After taking a Citizenship Test all that changed.

Something very much unexplained and very much unexpected happened. While the Protected Planet Earth was considered to be a very primitive planet inhabited by violent primitive humans; the Bonded Sex Slaves from Earth made a great impact and sensation. I wasn't the only Earthman who made an impact by introducing singing; all the others were making impressions of their own. While normal society considered being a bonded sex slave was a disgrace as a whole we wanted to do it. I guess our previous lives of repression were the reason. The entire lot of all twenty-seven bonded sex slaves had to be re-examined to see how we may be best used for maximum profit.

I had to endure a severe punishment, which was spread across my entire body but not drawing blood. Because of the audience factor the right to bugger me was auctioned off to the highest bidder. Whoever he was wasn't that well hung, in fact it was enjoyable. I managed to maintain the composure of a Gigolo, calm no matter what, and headed back into the Boom-Boom Room's Director's Grand Office. The Director Marcy Augusta McDermott met me once the door to the landing pad met me.

"So," I asked her, "how did I do?"

"Passable," she smiled as she looked at her computer, "if I wanted to; the punishment could have been delivered harder and make you a quivering mess. Now bend over," she ordered and pushed that butt plug with the large space diamond on the base was pushed into place. "Put your suit on," she told me. I slipped into the fine suit she bought me; obviously I was going to be her personal toy no matter how I scored in all these tests.

Normally the Director's Grand Office was all show, long and intimidating. There was a long series of desk/computer stations where other Earth Bonded Sex Slaves sat wearing fashionable business cloths and very busy with their work. Their ever vigilant room android stood nearby their ever vigilant camera eyes watching. At one end of the room/hall was a bar with a robot-bartender. Mandy nudged me to go to an empty desk.

"This is an Administration test," explained Mandy, "on Earth you did some administrative work, you owned a computer and Microsoft Office which means you have some knowledge of office work. This computer has our version of a complete office suit that has far more functions than you can imagine. It seems some of you Earthmen have in the past month been able to show either previous experience or better intelligence than expected. We need a more comprehensive evaluation of your abilities. Answer each question as honestly as possible. You understand?"

"Yes mistress," I answered quickly figuring Marcy was talking to me.

"I'm an Android you idiot," it snapped and gave me a swift swat on my already sore ass. "Now sit down at that desk like a proper Administrator, or I'll have you dressed as a Sex-a-terry." 

I knew enough about Free Skyes society from watching TV to know what was going on. A Sex-a-terry was a low level office pool personnel who was better at putting out than actually doing office work. Rather than lift a skirt or lower a pair of trousers to play hide the salami with they went naked from the waist down. However other shows showed that even Sex-a-terries had a ranking system which well went from Heredshe dresses with no underwear to naked except for a chastity belt. The office chair was comfortable enough so I sat down and read the exam over.

"What are you doing," asked Mandy.

"Reading the exam over," I explained.

"Why are you doing that?"

"Well," I explained, "with all due respect, I want to know a number of things. First I want to make sure I have enough time to answer all the questions here. If I don't, I want to prioritize and make sure I answer all the questions I can answer."

"Very intelligent," this time I knew Marcey was speaking. "Where did you learn this?"

"As far back as I can remember," I said sitting back. "Grade 6, was the first time, then once in High School, and lots of time when I was in University."

"Good," a hand gave me smack on the back of the head. "Now get to work."

The time was unlimited; the robot-bar served food as well as non-alcoholic drinks. You could take a bathroom break, which meant squatting over a bucket and getting ten with a belt where everybody could see you. The followed by having a diaper put on to be worn under your clothes. As much as I tried to hold it off, I had to go and endure the embarrassment as well.

Four hours later I was looking at the last question. There was about a dozen of us and judging by the way people were walking to the bar soiled diapers all round. As much as I wanted to get out of those damp soiled diapers a question was nagging me. Why was I not feeling the itching pain of a diaper rash taking place? The outer layer of the diapers had some sort of counter order agent because all I could smell was the leather of the furniture and vanilla sent of the wood polish. My butt-plug sat on the desk like some obscene paper-weight as if telling me to get the diapers off and it back in me. I put the mild discomfort aside and concentrated on the question.

BONUS MARKS: Design a product/service to be used by the Boom-boom Room to enhance the customer's experience. If your product/service is used by the Boom-boom Room and/or its affiliated companies you will be rewarded with a portion of the profits.

Considering how much the Company has screwed me so far I felt the business card that Lawyer gave me. I smiled and got to work. A few moments later I went over to the bar.

"The energy drink that is given to Sex Slaves," I asked the bartender, "is there a copyright on it?"

"The Slave Energy© Drink is property of the Boom-boom Room."

"Can you give me an ingredients marker and copyright transcript?"

After it gave me a disposable memory stick; I went back to my desk with the new information and checked with my new Personal Lawyer. After receiving some advise I rushed back to the bartender. This time I had a new order for it.

"Can you make me a Slave Energy© but add 10cc of organic sweetener and carbonate the whole lot?" The robot preformed the operation and I gave it a taste. We dickered a bit with the amount of sweetener and carbonation process. Once satisfied I ordered six plain bottles of the new drink and took them back to my desk.

Half an hour later I got up to leave my desk and eight other candidates still working on their projects. On the desk I left the six bottles of Pontiac's Slave Beer™ each bottle with a label I made from the desktop publisher with a picture of me in my sailor suit holding a mug of dark amber beer. It wasn't real beer but included all the ingredients of Slave Energy© but with more sugar and carbonation that made the whole thing taste like a Root Beer with a hard-on. My lawyer registered the trademark and with the promise of a commission of my commission for sales through the Boom-boom Room Enterprises I figured I could receive at bet point zero five percentage profit off the sale of each bottle. Feeling rather smug I headed for the elevator.

"Come into my office," Marcy ordered me.

"Are you into pain or something," she asked me after Mandy closed the door.

"No Mistress," I told her honestly, "I'm still sore from all the whippings I received today."

"You're wearing soiled diapers," she accused me, "and you probably have a severe diaper rash."

"No Mistress," I said to her as I quickly took off my suit jacket and pants. I pulled my shirt up to my waist and laid back on her desk lifting my legs wide and in the air. "I assure you for some reason I don't have a rash. See for yourself."

She unsnapped the diaper and before she could open it all the way the smell got to her. She gagged and ordered Mandy to clean my butt. Once the room's air-cleaners made things better she examined me. My ass cheeks were swollen, bruised and still sore. But the area of skin up the crack of my ass, around my butt-hole an balls were white and without blemish. She put the butt-plug back into me, handed me a pair of panties and ordered me to get dressed.

"Have you worn soiled diapers before," she asked me point blank.

"Yes," I admitted with eyes down. "Mike did it as a test, the rash went from my ass to my balls, on three occasions. However," I stopped to think, "it wasn't so bad the last time, especially around my butt-hole."

"Order all slaves on the test floor to have their diapers and asses check," Marcy ordered through her desk. "There is something that smacks of magic here," she cursed as she fiddled with her computer.

"Smacks of Magic," I echoed, "sounds like something out of a Mystery Movie I never get to finish.

"Just go to your room before I have Mandy put you into some public bondage booth," she snapped as she continued her work.

"I wouldn't be much of a companion if I couldn't help you," I argued. "Even a personal boy-toy has a brain."

"Fine," said Marcy turning towards me, "go to your room, strip naked and work at your computer desk. If you don't find me some significant information on why you don't have a diaper rash in three hours, you'll be on public display in the Navy Mess."

"And if it is good information," I asked as Mandy lead me out.

"I'll think of something," smiled Marcy. "Mandy!" A swift swat hit me on my already sore behind lifting me off the floor and towards the elevator.

"Smart mouth," Mandy snapped at me.

Once naked, except for the butt-plug, I had some sandwiches and pop as I looked over my computer. Free Skyes version of Google was well defined and connected to data-bases from the entire Coalition. What I had to do was to get out of the sexual content and into some good general information. Once there I looked for diaper-rash free babies and got a hit. It seemed that children from the planet called Vacation Plant Two Twenty-eight had such a phenomenon.

The story was over five hundred years old, but a doctor from the planet Halls of Knowledge made a study of tribal life. He discovered that at times their parents would be busy in one way or another and that their children would develop resistance to diaper rashes very quickly. It seems that those whose bloodlines from Vacation Planet 228 and Nobles of the Middle Kingdom had similar DNA. That seemed promising but what was the connection?

I did some more research, what about the Company itself, they did develop some method of making Humans from Earth acceptable to Coalition Society. In general we humans live to the ripe old age of seventy-five before a wide range of diseases kill us off. What is the gape to today where an Earth Human can live to be two hundred? 

There was one last reference that attached clones, and the people of Vacation Planet 228. A leaked memo three years ago of a military nature; in it personnel from Vacation Planet 228 were asked to donate genetic material for experimental purposes. There was a suggestion that somebody wanted to clone more personnel from Vacation Planet 228 since there was always a shortage of Talented People in Star Force. This seemed interesting since three out of thirty people in our own group were discovered to have Talent. 

I filed the report of what I found and nervously watched TV waiting for whatever punishment Marcy would give me. An hour later Mandy sat down beside me and without warning pulled me across its lap. Instead of spanking me it massaged my swollen bottom and I felt some lotion being applied. It then stroked my cock till I was very hard, and very aroused to the point of an orgasm.

"Get up and get dressed," it ordered pointing to the closet. "I noticed you purchased yourself a few more suits. Put one on, and tell Mandy what you like to wear when not in public. Don't keep me waiting too long."

I like the feel of sports briefs, so I put a pair on, socks and a dark blue suit, with matching tie and shirt. I put some sweats and a change of underwear aside for it to pack as well. Mandy put on the usual Boom-boom Room coveralls, handed me the Gigolo ring and nodded towards the door. 

It took me towards a different elevator and I noticed the Prince was entertaining a couple of Merchant Marine Spacemen. He kept silent and so did I. I'm not sure why, maybe we were brothers in some way. The elevator opened and I noticed it was fitted with chairs.

"Welcome to the turbo lift," said a pleasant voice, "please be seated and for your own safety strap yourself in."

Mandy reached up above her shoulders and pulled down a couple harness buckles which fitted to a pair of waist buckles that folded in from the sides. I followed suit and once secure the turbo elevator took off: sideways. It was very odd, I felt about a 2G push as we went sideways for about thirty seconds before it stopped with a slight jar. Then the harness gear released itself.

"Can I ask where are we," I asked Mandy quietly.

"Just act natural and walk out," it whispered back.

We stepped out on to the public transit rotunda. I was like stepping into an airport rotunda except the Boom-boom Room added decor of palm trees and gaudy advertisements hawking Sex Slaves, taverns, dance floors, sex floors, and beer advertisements. Marcy McDermott was there too with her usual entourage of administrative flacks and newsmen.

"There you are Pontiac," she called to me. Then to a flak, "look Charlie Nazareth is in charge for the next few days, I'm on my usual time off."

"Ms McDermott," called a reporter robot with a face on it, "isn't this rather unusual for you to take time off. All this business with the Earthmen shouldn't you be at the helm?"

"What problems," laughed Marcy as she toyed with my tie, "these sex slaves are the best lot we ever had in large numbers. They like being here. Don't you Pontiac."

"What can I say," I laughed at the cameras. "There is no Free Zone on Earth it's all underground. And we're very fat and lazy too. My last Mistress was thirty pound overweight. I love it here."

"He's on drugs," commented a reporter.

"I demand we take a sample of his blood," called another.

"All of which is on file," explained Marcy, "now if you don't mind I'm going home to play with my Class Eight boy-toy here," she added and pulled my by the necktie/leash towards a hover-limo.

The new conference broke up as Marcy pushed me into the limo and quickly followed. Mandy slowly closed the door allowing reporters to get a good look of her kissing me on the mouth. Mandy rode in the front with Marcy's personal Android and we rode off about the city.

"What's with all that fertilizer about you liking it here," she asked me.

"Mistress Marcy," I said with all the honesty I could muster, "I could easily fall in love with you as my Mistress, forever."

"And when you are free of your bond," she asked me.

"I guess I'll go into debt paying you to keep me."

"What if I want you to do something else?"

"What do you mean?"

"Operative four of Company Androids," she said sitting back, "no Android in this company may strike a Senior Corporate Executive."

"Good policy," I said not sure what that meant, "don't want them going rogue on you."

"On occasion I want to give up that position of authority, to give it away and feel like I was trained to do, once upon a time."

"You need a spanking too, right?" I moved to pull her over my lap but she stopped me.

"Not here, wait till we get home."

Marcy McDermott's home was not exactly what you would expect. The Free Zone has its own version of upper class homes, but still having to deal with high density living. The house was a rambling collection of condo's on the side of a hill overlooking a picturesque river. The limo lowered itself to a private carport and moved into the garage. She signalled me to wait till the garage door closed.

"Good," she sighed, "alone at last." Then to the Androids, "company communications blackout. No incoming calls or outgoing unless it is a Company Red Emergency."

"Understood," repeated both Androids.

"What happens in my home stays here," she told me. She then got out of the limo and opened a workshop cabinet and took out a leather collar and offered it to me. "If you want," she smiled, "you can collar me. I'm yours for the next three days. These two will not spank me, but they will allow you to punish me to a point. And I've been a naughty girl."

BONG! That's all that went through my head, just bong. I had the world's greatest hard-on and at that moment I could finally do something about it. So I decided to go with it.

"Well," I smiled taking the collar from her. "Who says you've earned the right to wear this?"

"Sorry Master," she mumbled and looked down at the cement floor of the garage.

"And you don't have the right to wear cloths either," I snapped looking at the male android, "strip her, and yourselves." The android complied. I looked at Mandy, "you," I snapped. "Loose twenty pound, I like my women thin."

"I can't change my mass," said Mandy checking the garage and finding an empty container. It stripped and squatted over the bucket and took a,..... Rather liquidly dump. The android's skin visibly shrunk as the body condensed to a thin sexy woman. "Will this do Master," it asked.

"Now that's what I call a cleansing dump," I smiled. The male android cocked its head at me and looked down at its large penis.

"Do you require me to be," it paused, "smaller than you Master?"

"No," I said, "I like you just as you are. If I fail in being a proper Master I'm sure you'll remind me what that is for." I looked back at a rather nervous Marcy as her smart business suit and stylish underclothing lay in a pool about her feet. Her pubis was a stylish landing strip which I haven't seen in a long time. "Well that looks better," I commented, "okay show me the house."

The garage leads to the "mud room," a place where one should take off their muddy shoes. There was even an electric shoe shiner, bench to sit on, clothing cleaner, and hooks to hang coats on. She pushed an obvious red button as a secret door opened to an old fashioned bathroom.

"This is the slave bathing area Master," Marcy explained. "Shower, toilet, bidet, enema materials, and security cameras wired into the household security system. Visiting slaves and patrons are at times instructed to bath here."

"Do you need to be bathed," I asked her. 

"No," she leaned against an examining table, "but if you wish you may examine me."

"Show me," I said.

She climbed on the table and placed her feet into the stirrups exposing herself. Mandy opened a cabinet and took out an odd penis shaped examining tool which clipped on to the table and could be inserted into her pubis or rectum. A wall mounted TV screen lit up and I was able see what the head of the penis would see.

"I can't insert it," explained Mandy, "it will cause discomfort."

Marcy moaned as I pushed the metal cock into her moist vagina. Under the instruction of the Android I was able to adjust the various lights and scanners. I could search for seamen, and other fluids not suppose to be there. As well if I wished the tool could also be just in conjunction with cleansing agents that could, besides cleaning add to taste and smell.

"The subject's vagina or rectum should then be closed with an appropriate plug for fifteen minutes," explained the Male Android, "for the cleaning to take maximum effect. There is an appropriate waist receptacle over there," it pointed to a clear toilet bowl with three bootie cameras watching the target zone. 




Slave Immigrant Ch. 07



"Humm," I smiled as I groped my stiff cock through my pants. It then occurred to me, neither the androids punished me. I really was in control.

"Diapers and chastity belts," I asked casually.

"This room has a complete supply," explained the male android, "the table is also for changing. We have a variety of chastity belt for both men and women, six of each."

"Have some big parties here?"

"Oh on many an occasion sir," chuckled the android. He was slowly getting into an upper class accent that made Marcy uncomfortable. "Mistress Marcy, when she is here, had many admirers. Slave Marcy however; not too many guests."

"I like to sleep undisturbed," I told the androids, "would it infringe on your programming to put a diaper on her and then slip her back into bed with me."

"Oh but of course sir," assured the male android, "if she doesn't move fast enough I'll simply report to you and you will have to do the beating. She hates floggers."

"Bruno," cursed Marcy.

I reached over and twisted her nearest nipple. With her heels in the stirrups spanking her would be difficult. She cried in pain but did not try to stop me.

"Did I ask you to speak, slave!"

"Can you give her an enema," I asked Mandy.

"Yes Master," it said, "but if she is in discomfort I will have to stop."

"Are you going to stop her," I asked Marcy.

"No Master."

"Well let's put a penis plug in her mouth," I said as Bruno quickly gave me one. "If this is discomforting, all you have to do Marcy is spit it out. Correct?"

"And if I do," she whimpered, "you will punish me, and do it all over again."

"Exactly," I smiled as I slowly put the fake cock into her mouth. The fake cock muffled her discomfort as Mandy methodically pushed liquid solutions into Marcy's already clean body. I knew the discomfort would put her into sub-space and she could surrender to a loss of control. Meanwhile Bruno gave me a tour of the house.

The Mudroom lead into the breakfast nook to which Bruno explained doubled as a punishment area. Shuttered window looked out to the private garden. From the breakfast nook was a doorway to the modern kitchen. From there to the Dining-room, was an archway to an entertainment room big enough entertain a dozen guest. Then came the living-room, the furniture was ornate, more towards an ornate style, expensive materials covering the sofa chairs, as well as large windows. The shades were closed; I didn't think much of it.

The entertainment room was on a lower level. Huge theatre plasma television system and enough chairs to sit twelve. The TV was already on as I watched Marcy struggle behind her gag and no handcuffs as she held on to enema. Instead of a pool table there was a sturdy spanking post, spanking stocks, suspension hooks, and a collection of spanking tools. My submissive side half wanted to be punished, but I also had to stay in character. 

"What if I wanted to be," I ventured to Bruno pointing to the stocks.

"As long as Slave Marcy is sequestering in another part of the house," it grabbed hold of me and kissed me harshly on the mouth. "I'm a Mark Twelve android," it told me, "I have twice the programming, feeling, touch, extensions, and a whole host of things. I can please your submission and still let you please Mistress Marcy who needs a release I cannot give her. So since you asked, I will take you here and instruct you in a very uncomfortable manor." 

To my surprise he pushed me over the stock and gave me a very hard spanking with just its hand. If you want to call it a hand, it felt more like a heavy paddle. Even through the suit I could feel the force and knew right away the android was well equipped to be a sexual companion.

It then took me upstairs where there was a master bedroom that had a four poster king size bed, with ornate hooks for suspension. There were ornate closets, one with clothing, another with various sex toys, and another that was a padded cell for naughty guest. A spanking ottoman, but the bed also had kneeling pads so that one could be bent at the foot or sides of the bed.

There were three smaller guest rooms. Two had double beds, while the third had only a single bed. Bruno explained the third bed was often used by naughty slaves who were usually tied down to prevent masturbation. Ceiling mounted TV screens showed the action inside the various bedrooms the naught slave could not participate in. There was even a slapper where the unprotected feet of the naughty slave could be slapped and kept awake at night.

"Actually," explained Bruno, "all the walls have TV's in them. So I could be spanking or punishing you in other ways while you can still see what you are missing."

"You sound like you've done this before."

"Oh sir," it said stroking my cheek, "you are just another Boy-Toy, for her to play with and be played with. But rest assured, she may take a break, sit on a toilet and masturbate while watching you. I know enough about humans to realize you may think you are in love, even have yourself killed to protect her. But in the end, all of this is transitory."

"What kind of an Android are you?"

"Just a very elaborately programmed one. The Pounce Empire has over three hundred years of research and development of androids. I just have a very big data-base designed to make you a better person. Now go downstairs and give Slave Amada the punishment she needs. Mandy can prepare supper you both must be starving."

"Is there anything you would want to eat," asked Mandy.

"Anything," I asked as I sat back looking at the TV screens and fiddled with the channel selector.

"We have recipes from Rumford Common Sense Cook Book, to Martha Steward or Julia Childs," explained Bruno. 

"Do you still have fresh meat," I smiled.

"Free range, or the rare industrial."

"Please," I cursed. Looking down I noticed Marcy was at my feet in a typical slave position kneeling, knees wide apart leaning forward raising her sex to me. "None of that corn-fed stuff for me, I'll take free range any'ol day. Can you make it about an inch thick, with mushrooms, and sautéed onions?"

"Anything else," asked Mandy, "ice-cream on a pair of tits?" Marcy shivered but held her ass high.

"The slave should be fed in the usual fashion," suggested Bruno.

"Oh," I asked.

"Yes Master, as a Mark Twelve I can shit an edible paste that the slave may swallow for your entertainment. I can also urinate hot or cold drinks as well. Simple water is all this miserable slave deserves." 

"So you can shit and piss food," I concluded.

"You can give the slave table scraps," added Mandy, "she can eat out of your hands, off your penis or even off your ass."

With the way Marcy slightly moaned and moved as Mandy described the various humiliating methods of eating I had the feeling she wanted to be treated this way. It was an interesting dilemma, I really wanted to learn more about Marcy and she wanted a sex vacation. There had to be some medium, some middle ground where I could enjoy myself and not work on Marcy.

"Alright," I said as I pushed her face to the floor and opened my fly. "Dinner for one, and half rations out the bum for her. She is getting rather fat."

She moaned with pleasure and it did feel good to have my cock inside a warm inviting pussy. She gasped with pleasure and thrust herself towards me as if begging for more. I closed my eyes and remembered my first love, my Mistress and how she begged for me to dominate her more often. How I lost her when I couldn't. Marcy wanted more and I would give it to her. I roughly slapped her ass, removed my cock and turned her on her back. I jerked my seed into her surprised mouth. 

"But I didn't cum," she gasped.

"Tough," I told her pulling her across my lap. I gave her a hard slap as I checked the channels. There was some financial channel listed as a favourite.

"Oh I don't want to watch work," she moaned.

"Ahh crap," I cursed. Marcy quickly found herself with a penis gag in her mouth, blindfolded, and bent over the arm of one of the chair I sat in. Bruno offered me a sturdy belt and I would give her individual slaps at odd intervals. Meanwhile I watched an interesting analysis of market trends. It seemed that three years ago because of the war all Talents have been literally drafted into Star Force as the need for talented officers was at its highest. This had a direct market effect on the corporations who had at least one Clairvoyant on their Board of Directors.

Marcy seemed calm as the story concluded. I took off the gag and placed my aroused penis in her mouth. While one hand toyed with a drink the other casually played with her pussy. It wasn't much work as we both climaxed together. Meanwhile my eyes followed the list of corporate profits. While many companies had staggering rises, looses, and some horrible losses, the Boom-boom Room was steadily making profits.

"Dinner is ready sir," announced Mandy. "Do you want me to serve you in here?"

"I'm more at home in the kitchen," I told her as I pushed Marcy to her feet. I gave her an open-handed slap on the bum. "Keep your hands behind your back."

The kitchen seemed more cosy and intimate to me. I was still wearing my silk shirt, tie, trousers, and silk underwear. It was nice to be wearing something. The steak was great, but I wasn't too impressed with the show Marcy and Bruno were giving.

Some people find it rather kinky the idea of eating shit. On the far off Coalition of Stars they have taken a rather underground, hidden kink and sanitized it. The Android's rectum was about as complicated as a human rectum, and far cleaner. I mean the paste it would "shit" was nothing more than baby-food nutritious but looked terrible. I knew this because, well, I'm getting ahead of myself.

I guess Marcy is what you call a "high maintenance slave;" because she was often looking my way to see if I was watching her. With the Androids not being allowed to spank her it was my job to do just that. It seemed she got more of the food on her than inside her.

"Blast," I cursed as I mashed her face into the mess and spanked her harder. Getting angry was not the answer and I quickly stopped. "Clean this miserable slave up," I told Mandy as I shoved her towards her. "And a good long enema, she must hold it for one hour, or give me a call. You know what happens then," I told a pouting Marcy.

Less than a minute after they left for the hidden bathroom Bruno clapped a hand over my mouth and dragged me out of the kitchen and down to the basement entertainment room. It produced a knife and ripped my clothes off of me as it tied me over a spanking post. I kept my mouth shut, I half figured Marcy probably ordered this to happen.

"It seems," snarled Bruno in uncharacteristic Android emotions, "Mistress Marcy has again the worst taste in boy-toys." It punctuated the sentence with a very hard slap on my bum. It was very hard for me to keep quiet. "Oh you can yowl all you want," snapped Bruno, "every room is soundproof." He gave me four more to prove its point. "I'm an Android and far better judge of who's a proper Dom and who is not. We have no communications outside this house, so it's just you and me. My programming to make you a better Dom, or put you in so much pain you will confess your unworthiness to Mistress Marcy and be reduced back to a Class Ten Sex Slave." It then picked up a leather paddle and gave my warmed-up bum a dozen more. "You have anything to say," it asked me.

"Look I'm sorry," I half cried. "I wasn't paying attention I'll do better."

"Bullshit," it cursed at me in Earth English. "You think being a Dom is all about you? You are still a Bonded Sex Slave, you work as a Dom, you make the client suffer, and get emotionally cleaned of the day. She makes lots of decisions every day that affects billions of company money. Investors, people whose retirement benefits are in the operation. This is not about, YOUR MISZERABLE PENIS!" It picked up a synthetic cane and punctuated each word with a very hard stroke. "Am I getting through to you?"

"Yes sir," I gasped hoping I gave the correct form of address.

"You want to make it up to her," it asked me.

"Yes sir."

"Then you will eat desert out of her pussy," it told me. "The entertainment centre showed me a video of a local eating treat. A mixture of sweet honey, liquor, chopped nuts, raisins, dates, and other dried fruits that is inserted up her pussy for me to suck out of. This will make her cum several times, I may then finish off my lust but fucking her to another orgasm and then give her a treat/submission by cleaning off my penis of the honey and giving me an orgasm. 

"After that Mandy will take her into the wash-room and clean her," the android told me. "If she is still hungry, and I expect she will be, you will have her blindfolded and offer a miserable male slave's butt to eat out of. Yours, the dark washroom can have your ass cleaned and the same desert will go up your butt. After that Mandy will clean her, diaper her, and tuck her into bed." He untied me and handed me a floor length velvet robe. "Keep your ass covered," he advised me. "And no whinnying when you sit down. I'm watching you Pontiac. Fuck this weekend up, and you'll be entertaining transients for one credit a pop for a very long time."

I guess everybody read about Pussy Desert in Anne Rice's Beauty Series. It was pretty tasty too and I found it difficult to stop myself from coming while I was fucking Marcy and then cum down her throat. After a short break I did as Bruno instructed and offered my poor beaten ass to Marcy. I glanced about and noticed she did not take off the blindfold. Frankly as tasty as the desert was; having to expel it is another matter. It felt more like, well having peanuts in your crap, very uncomfortable and humiliating. Bruno bent me over its knee and gave me cleansing wipe in the entertainment room and gave me its report on how well I did. 

Thankfully I wasn't spanked but had an odd situation. Marcy was in a guest room. I would come in, in my robe pull her diapers down and rape her. Then put a blindfold on her and leave telling her I preferred to sleep alone, but would leave a miserable slave for her to play with. Guess who. 

Bruno would then diaper me, it seems one a slave is put to bed they are not suppose to wake their client by going to the bathroom. Lots of people played that version of diaper bondage and since I don't get diaper rashes any more I can stand that humiliation. Bruno would then wake me in the morning with instructions on how to keep my Mistress entertained.

I didn't get too much sleep that night. Marcy kept reaching into my diaper, checking to see if I was wet, hard or both. She made an almost savage love to me calling me a horrible slave that needed punishment. Somehow I managed to get four hours sleep before Bruno took me out of bed.

I bet you can't wait to see what happens next.......



Slave Immigrant Ch. 08



After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skys. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. I guess Human Recourses had my profile figured out. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websites were tracked alright, but not by Homeland Security. I was a 24/7 Bonded Sex Slave with a 5 million credit debt to pay off. Worse still I didn't have any say on how or what I would be doing, I wasn't a citizen. After taking a Citizenship Test all that changed.

After what I think was some pretty intense testing it looked like I was going to get a three day weekend off. I mean not everybody has the Director of the Boom-boom Room have you for a sexy three day sleep-over. Better still she wanted to be the slave and me the Dom. I was looking forward to sitting back, watching TV and having my cock sucked whenever I wanted. Boy was I wrong.

There I was playing the role of the miserable sex slave to slave Marcy, who was blindfolded, but allowed to use me through the night. I was in the middle of a nice dream of being on a sandy beach in a wet bathing suit when a pair of beefy hands kidnaps me. It wasn't some bad guys it was both Androids: Bruno and Mandy.

"Wake up Master," Bruno hissed in my ear with its hand firmly over my mouth. "Time for you to get up, clean up, and be the demanding master that Mistress Marcy needs to be under."

"Oh he wet his diaper," said Mandy who was pulling off my diaper.

"Humm," sighed Bruno, "I guess we'll have to reward him."

"Hand spanking instead of the usual belt," suggested Mandy.

"Tempting," said Bruno giving me a light slap on the bottom. I was then shoved into the dark closet.

The Dark Closet was a very advanced version of a bathroom. The inside is very dark so that you can't see the robotic arms, and catheters that go into you. Every inch of my body was cleaned inside and out and ten minutes later I was tossed out with a light pat on the bum. Bruno was waiting for me.

"Consider yourself lucky," he laughed handing me a thick blue robe. "Now go in there and give her a good spanking for wetting her diaper. As a Director of Industry she is not suppose to lose control. And you can guess the rest."

"Nothing for my sore ass," I asked.

"You seem to heal very fast," said Mandy, "for an Earthman. Just keep your bottom covered."

Who'd have thought I could screw up such simple instructions. Oh I surprised her, struggled around the bed, spanked her bottom bright red and squealing. I got on top of her, held her close, and started fucking her with all the passion I could muster.

"Oh get off me," she cursed and pushed me back. Two sets of android hands grabbed me and I was off of her, bent over with my naked ass in the air so fast my head was spinning. "No wait," ordered Marcy.

Talk about embarrassing. I was considering maybe I should go back to being a Class Ten Sex Slave; I just don't have that Dom thing down pat. Maybe there were some courses I should take.

"You really are trying hard aren't you Pontiac?"

"Yes Mistress," I sighed. Relaxing my bum-cheeks the boom will come fast enough.

"Go cook us some breakfast and I'll figure out what to do with you."

"Yes Mistress," I sighed as the Androids let me up. I dropped my robe, no sense wearing it I was a failure as a Dom.

"Put the robe back on," Marcy ordered as she got out of bed and picked up a frilly bath-robe. "And I like eating in the kitchen too."

We made small talk while we ate breakfast, and I quickly tried to learn more about her. She seemed to like my fried bacon, eggs, and toast, hated the coffee, and I think her mother. She shifted gears asking general questions about Earth for the rest of the meal.

"Okay park your ass on the table," she told me as I helped her take the dishes away. I sat on the table and she pushed my thighs wide apart and examined my balls. "Why haven't you shaved them?"

"Two reasons," I explained as Bruno moved behind me. "I hate saving myself down there every other day. And, well, I was going for the Master look and feel with you."

"Oh I can feel it," she said opening her robe and showing a whisker burn on her inside thigh. "Now try not to move," she pulled out an old fashioned straight razor, "I'm a bit out of practice."

Not only did my dick go limp it was trying to retreat into my body. With Mandy's help they lathered my balls and held them taunt as I was shaved. Bruno held my shoulder in place and I could feel its calm breathing on my neck.

"Androids can breath," I had to ask.

"Simulated breathing," it said calmly, "I am as close as Android technology can get in making near life-like designs. The Mark Fourteen which is coming out this year is far better than me. Someday I'll be like Mandy here begging for upgrades than disassembled for parts."

"Done," chuckled Marcy as she played with my naked balls. I looked down and saw what little stubble hairs that were taken off my balls floating in a bowl of water. "Hey the sun is up," she laughed looking at the window. "Come see the garden."

She took me by the hand and lead me towards the large patio windows that were off the living-room. The condo had a modest garden for flowers around the edges of the property. One corner had a couple of lounge chairs, umbrella table, the usual stuff, and a wooden horse in the middle of the yard sure to catch the sun. 

"Nice horse," I said looking at the weathered smooth wood. "Want me to bend you over it?"

"No," she smiles nodding to Bruno who opened a suitcase containing a variety of whips, floggers, paddles and canes. "But Bruno is going to. I'll be watching while I'm in a nice sunken bath-tub in a hidden room off the Master Bedroom that I didn't show you. Enjoy your time in the sun." She skipped back into the house.

"Don't move," Bruno said to me in a threatening manner.

"I was just going to take off my robe and get it over with."

"No," lectured Bruno who started to sound more like Hannibal Lecture. "I don't want you to surrender to me; you already have by just standing there. By stripping you," it added as it slowly took it off me, "I establish my dominance of you. You are just a little boy waiting to have his father punish him. All humans have strong reminders to their childhood. Even the ancient inhabitants of the Vacation Planet 228, some as old as seven hundred years old will have an Android spank them like little children. Funny thing about them, they prefer sex with android when there are no other ancients about. Keep that in mind, no true ancient will have sex with you, at age two hundred, poff, no more need for humans. Maybe a Mark Fourteen will explain it to me." Its loud hand spanks echoed through the garden which made me jerk even though I was tied down. 

"As you might have guessed Mistress Marcy is in her tub starting to play with herself," he said to me as he played with the crack of my ass. Its middle finger sank into my asshole. I shivered at the invader. "Still a very tight ass," it continued to taunt me, "maybe I should have my penis adjusted to various sizes and fuck you every half hour. Would you like that?" I kept silent. After finger fucking me for a few minutes it took a leather paddle to my ass for a dozen more. "Answer me," it snapped, "you don't want to activate my anger programs. I'll make mistakes and spank you too often in one spot and make you bleed. You don't want to bleed do you?"

"If I bleed," I countered, "you will malfunction and have to be shut-down for maintenance and then the kinder gentler Mark Nine will take over your function."

Well that kept it from taunting me, but not from giving me a very hard punishment. I took close to two hundred strokes of paddles, floggers, crops, and canes for over an hour. The worst was just being there tied over a wood log while I could hear the sound of insects, music from somebody's boom-box far away and movement. Somebody near-by was having caterers over. How humiliating, probably delivery people right in the next yard looking over the hedge at my naked body. Mandy finally showed up and untied me.

"Do I need to put a leash on you," it asked me.

"No Mandy," I said quickly remembering an Android is not a person. Looking down and noticing it was carrying my robe.

The furniture had been over about in the entertainment room. This time a single hard chair faced the bank of monitors and Marcy stood behind a lecturer's podium. There was also a desk and a selection of various canes.

"Welcome to Marcy's Courtesan School," she smiled. "I am your instructor Marcy McDermott Imperial Courtesan Tenth Class." She stepped away from the podium showing off her outfit of a lecturers robe, which was a blanket that covered both shoulders, and hung at the sides not covering her tits, pubis or delicious ass. "No touching your penis," she said stepping closer to me and stroking my penis painfully hard. "This lecture will be on your lap-top for reference sake. Do review it from time to time."

She then went into a lecture about what it is like to be a Dom, and boy did I have a lot to learn. For one thing I should have reviewed just what I was there for. Marcy needed time away from work and I failed her. And that was just a start.

Every Dom should know what a submissive wants and doesn't want. I could have made her stand in a corner while I find a computer terminal to see if she had a file on herself. Believe it or not lots of subs try to keep one for their own safety sake. Amusingly enough her computer read, Slave Marcy an Owner's Manual. If I read the file over she would not need to have Bruno wrestle with me, and well punish me. She even had a file on me too, and well, and she knew more about me than I knew about me. Including some notes by a psychologist about my condition. So that part of the morning was a real education.

We took a break as I was instructed to keep my hands behind my back while Marcy laid on the sofa. She took an odd looking pear/apple cut it into wedges ate one and placed the other in the crack of her ass. She smiled and looked at me.

"Well, eat it."

I leaned over and took the whole piece in my mouth. Her ass was so smooth and clean. She probably had a healing pad to remove any signs of the punishment I gave her.

"Cheat," she snapped, and nodded to Bruno who was behind me gave me a swat to the back of the head. It was one of those discipline swats you gave your kid brother when he stepped out of line. 

"This time take small bites," she said forcing another piece between her ass cheeks and against her rectum. 

I nibbled and swallowed smaller bites while keeping my face against her smooth cheeks. The juice from the fruit started to leak and drool down the crack of her ass. I almost jerked away from her; she bathed her ass with that nasty tasting soap they use at the spaceport. She knew me alright and I kept right on eating.

"Oh," she sighed, "I can feel the juice dripping down my crack, clean that please." I kept licking, my whole mouth just tasted nasty. Clean, but nasty. She moaned and began to move. "Touch me," she ordered.

I stroked her thighs and my hands towards her belly. She moaned at my touch, my penis ached. Eventually I stroked her pubis.

"I want you to slowly fuck me up the ass," she told me. "Slowly, and don't lean on me, or I'll have Mandy put you in the stocks while Bruno makes love to me, all day."

We raised ourselves up together, I had one foot on the floor the other on the sofa, and I looked to see if there was any anal lube handy. Bruno smeared a small amount on my hand and I first gently fingered her asshole. She moaned and lifter herself higher. I greased my cock and worked my way into her. 

"Good," she moaned, "now for the surprise," she added. "We're going to have a three way, Bruno's cock is smaller."

Bruno moved behind me and fingered my ass. The lube felt warm and I couldn't help but wiggle against its hand. Its thin long cock effortlessly entered my ass.

"Oh fuck," I gasped, "that feels good."

"No humanoid cock it that thin or long," said Bruno in my ear, "except for a Heredshe penis when it is about to plant eggs in you."

"Sounds like your body was built for the Heredshe trade," chuckled Marcy. The only good thing I can say about Heredshe women it that they are not fat. Fat is just jelly-rolls of fat that will lead to an early death. Heredshe women are tough muscular women; it's like making love to a female Russian weight-lifter. 

Bruno rocked itself up my ass and pushed me into Marcy's upturned ass. I don't know how but Mandy moved itself under Marcy and began tonguing her pussy. Only Marcy and I moaned in ecstasy as we enjoyed the situation. Marcy had a multiple orgasm compared to my single but Bruno kept humping and I could feel him push a heavy load up my ass.

"Ouch," I whined, "not another Middle Kingdom enema."

"Oh shut up and bend over the desk," laughed Marcy as he dis-engaged herself from me.

"Oh I feel cold," I said clutching my ass-cheeks together as I tried to keep it in me and bend over the desk. The canes were close to my face, I dreaded what would happen next. A plate of some sort was placed under my balls and my legs pushed far apart. A wet cold fluid dripped out of my asshole and down my balls to the plate. I saw a small screen on the entertainment unit. Marcy had her face very close to my ass. She was smiling as she looked at my struggling asshole. She opened her mouth and enclosed on my asshole. He tongue pressed against and invaded my asshole. She pinched and scratched my ass encouraging me to shit in her mouth. I felt a penis stroke my cheek, it was Bruno.

"Open your mouth," it told me, "no sucking just open." It pissed in my mouth. It was a foamy piss, but when I tasted it I was surprised. It was a cold drink that tasted like Root Beer. "You like it," it said down to me, "the Boom-boom Room's newest product. Now start drinking."

Marcy came again, again Mandy was between her thighs while she at a cream pie out of my asshole. The drink made me very horny and I was sure she would let me go to the bathroom but lessons came first. She had Mandy put an extra thick diaper and plastic pants over it.

"If the next lesion is about the cane," I said reluctantly, "I will not feel them through these diapers."

"That's because you are going to practice on Mandy's ass," said Marcy. "At the end of the lesson you will give me the cane. Raise too many bruises, welt, and blood. Then your diapers will be taken off and you get the lesson all over again on your ass." She smiles, "outside, and I'll invite the neighbours over for a little let's Butt-fuck Pontiac Party. So pay attention."

Bruno having the greater language skills showed me the difference between various canes that are used. Natural grass fibre canes similar to the rattan canes of Earth are a traditional favourite since such "woods" are a taste of the past. They also have a number of other woods that are less whippy and hit with various impacts. Canes made of various polymers are either made from oil or oils from commercial plants similar to our canola oils. Agriculture is still a main staple especially from industrial use as the planet is virtually out of any natural oil reserves. Metallic canes are also used some with various coverings to leave less of an impact. These give the hardest impact and are used as a last resort to get the message through. As part of my test I would have to give Marcy three strokes with one.

Then came practical practice on how use a cane. Mandy bent over the table and almost comically cried with each stroke. It still had a low rating vocal unit and made some pretty strange noises with each stroke. I was getting even more uncomfortable as I had to relax and mess the diaper while doing all of this. Marcy chirped in.

"Look you are not a machine," she explained. "Your eyes don't have built in laser targeting or muscles that once programmed can attack the same way over and over again. Just relax concentrate on the target. Wait till the client settles down and accepts the punishment. An Android like Bruno or even Mandy can give you a caning at one stroke every three seconds no matter how much you move every time. The pain would have you screaming for mercy, but psychology says wait. As a human you have lots of added bonuses so take careful aim and do it."

Bruno projected a grid on Mandy's target ass and pointed out the pattern of how I should lay it down. I just followed the green target line one after the other. They made me practice this for close to two hours before I took a break and watched Marcy kiss each cane before she bent across the desk.

"Three with the rattan cane," instructed Bruno. I picked up the cane and aimed at Marcy's upturned bottom.

"Shouldn't I give her a warm-up," I asked.

"No," snapped Bruno, "she's a spoiled brat that needs a good punishment. Or do you want to be her favourite Sex-a-terry on display for freebies with the clients?"

"Ouch," screeched Marcy as I delivered the blow. "Thank you Jones, May I have another."

"What," I hissed rolling my eyes and looking at the two androids. "Let's start again," I said calmly as I paced the floor. I don't think Marcy wanted extra strokes, but I did manage to take her by surprise.

"One," she cried, and I hit her again. "Thank you Master, may I have another."

The other two landed well, as I worked her way up her bum. I then switched to the wooden cane. With this one, I would place one on the upper thighs, lower bum, and then high almost on the spine. The first two landed and she gasped with the impact. My hand felt sweaty so I paced, used a nearby towel then checked my stance, aim and stroke. 

"Ahh, six," she screamed as the stroke landed too high almost on her back. "Thank you Master," she sobbed, "may I have another."

I switched to the polymer cane and looked at the two Android. Their expressions remained stern, I think almost disapproving. My stomach churned as a small wet messy fart came out. That didn't feel good. I then had to place the next three in between the lines so as to not cause blood to flow.

"Seven, ahhh,... thank you Master, may I have another."

"Eight, oohhh,... thank you Master, may I have another."

"Nine, heheheee, ... thank you Master, may I have another."

I felt the metal cane in my hands. That one would hit so hard I would probably be able to feel it through my dirty diapers. I felt like I was passing peanuts into them. With a calming breath my penis let loose with a torrent of warm water that I'm sure if I had thinner diapers on would flood down my legs. The thought of having unknown neighbour paddle and poke me kept me going.

"Owwww, ten, .... thank you Master, may I have another."

I was working from bottom to top, but I wanted to save the thickest and chubbiest part of her ass for last. Besides with that missed swing earlier the upper portion of her ass was very exposed. Careful aim for the bottom, wrist-roll and...

"Ahhh, eleven, sob, .. thank you Master, may I have another." 

I let her cry and compose herself. Her pussy seemed to be dripping and I don't think it was lubricant for sex. Unlike myself who was obliged not to hold in messing my diaper she was not suppose to pee in public. She was having a hard time containing herself. I knew I could make the last stroke a one a hard one, and I did.

"TWELVE! .... BAHHH, thank,... thank you Master, may I I, I, have sob another."

"Do you really need another," I asked stroking her very sore and swollen ass.

"I need to pee Master," she sobbed, "please let me pee I'll be good. Punish me fuck me, whatever you want. Please."

Mandy kicked a common metal bucket forward. We all knew how Marcy hated defecating in public, and that was even more punishment. I nodded towards the bucked and blushing with shame she squatted over it. When she finished I took a tissue and patted her pussy dry. She leaned towards me, she was wet and very excited.




Slave Immigrant Ch. 08



Bruno moved towards the stock and made eye contact with me. What was worse than getting punished to the point of utter surrender and needing sex any way possible? By not having it. We put a sobbing Marcy in the stocks with her legs spread wide.

"Master Bruno," I then said in a timid fashion while groping my ass with one hand and crotch with the other. "I need to be changed."

"Oh you are a naughty boy," it said to me as it pushed be backwards on the desk. It then turned to Mandy. "I believe this is your duty."

"I'm his room android," Mandy complained, "not a diaper service."

"When a new shipment of androids come in you just may be reduced to diaper service."

"Don't be so smug," it said as it lifted my legs and took off my diaper, "you'll be demoted too you know."

"Yes, probably a room android," it smiled looking down at me. "I hope I end up doing the Class Eight Sex Slave Jones here." It leaned down and kissed me on the mouth. I could feel the slight raiser stubble on its cheek. "My data-base of Homosexual activity is far wider than the upgraded Mark Nine." It pushed my knees to my chest and pressed its larger penis against me. "Take it, up the ass or I'll piss more down your throat."

As painful as it was the Android slowly worked its way into me and slowly fucked me. An android cock is not human or Heredshe. It can bend and stroke the prostate gland, the Earth-male G spot. It bent forward into an impossible position and kissed me full on the mouth. For a machine it was so erotic, I just rode the wave of joy and came in a flood of bright lights and my cock jerking jets of seamen. It ended when it removed its penis and inserted a butt-plug up my ass.

"As appealing a gaping asshole is," Bruno told me, "accidents do happen."

"Ouch," I gasped and unconsciously rubbed the base of the plug against my ass-cheeks. I froze for a moment, was anybody watching me? I looked and noticed both Androids were watching me. Marcy was still in the stocks head down looking very horny and miserable. "Am I going to be punished," I asked quietly.

"Dom's can do whatever they want," said Mandy.

"But do be careful," advised Bruno in that darn uppity English accent, "failure to keep Ms Marcy in a state of Submission or Sexual Ecstasy and she will return to her normal state of being an 'aggressive go-getter'. And then your butt is grass and I'm a weed-whacker." It made an outrageous laugh while spilling its hand like a weed-eater. "You can then add on your day-timer," it added into my ear while patting my bum, "worst day of my life, by not pleasing the boss."

"So I guess having a day sitting on the couch, watching TV, drinking beer and farting are out of the question." I asked as we moved behind Marcy and I admired her well caned bottom and vaginal fluid leaking down her inner thighs.

"More likely," Bruno added, "she'll have me pretend I'm a disinterested Accounting Executive who's cock you will have to ride to ecstasy after a good bum beating."

I scooped some of her vaginal fluid and sniffed it. I still can't describe the smell other than saying Free Skyes woman in heat. It was a different smell than a Middle Kingdom woman or Heredshe both smells or all smells had the same effect I was getting very aroused. Part of me wanted to drop to my knees and lick the fluid off her like a man starving for water and she was the only drink dispenser.

"What the heck do I smell," I asked Bruno as I tried to be objective and pushed my fingers towards it.

"Oh that sir," said Bruno who eked me by not calling me Master. "I find this impossible for you to do sir. Being manufactured by the Felines of the Pounce Empire I am equipped with their Feline nasals senses. And that acute sense of smell is only attributed to Humanoids from Vacation Planet 228. Only a few Humanoid Aristocrats of the Middle Kingdom who have strong blood lines to their ancient ancestors who also came from Vacation Planet like Prince Otto have such abilities. Why for an Earthman to have such senses is totally ridiculous. Your planet is well surveyed to say the lease over half the farts you humans do you hardly notice. Let alone your own bad breath. You should keep a pocket full of breath mints or have your food monitored and breath pleasing additives be added. Are you listening to me?"

I had given up standing there and listening to it ten seconds in and was by then working up Marcy's left leg. I started at her right ankle worked my way up to mid thigh and then went to the other. Marcy groaned in frustration but kept silent. Normally I wouldn't have heard a word somebody said to me when I was giving oral sex, but since I've came to Free Skyes I could hear and remember conversations with good clarity. Odd thing though on Earth I did not have an idyllic memory. In fact I was quite stupid, as a sub I didn't even remember how to spell an owner's name unless it was spanked into me.

"I'm with you every step of the way," I paused to answer Bruno. "Just let me make this Miserable Slave cum and we'll continues our conversation while I butt-fuck her."

Marcy kept quiet as she endured the ecstasy and humiliation. She was no longer in charge, just a thing, a toy to be played with. Her lap-top was buzzing with activity; people came by and dropped written invitations and court orders that were left in a pile by the door. All she felt was her sore bottom, multiple orgasms, and my cock up her ass.

"So are you suggesting that those "Conspiracy Theories" just might be true?"

"What that the Company intends to take over the Universe?"

"No," I laughed, "we all know that's true." We both laughed and I slapped Marcy on both ass-cheeks making her groan. "No that somehow Ancient DNA has been infused with the clones of Earthmen that are being sent here."

"Well that would answer lots of questions," explained Bruno. "But I am not a Science Android merely a personal sexual servant. You would need a DNA laboratory of some sort to confer all of this. Then you would need DNA samples of several Earthmen, and at least one or two Ancients. And if there is one thing I know Ancients, even the young ones don't give it up unless you have a good reason. That or have one have sexual intercourse with you. Many prefer androids because we are not living creatures to which their minds would link up with while having sexual intercourse. Sir, sir,"

Like I said before I was too busy to talk to it. I was coming and coming deeply into Marcy's colon and it felt great. I must have been jerking spurts of love into her for thirty seconds. I pulled my cock out and still managed to jerk on her ass. She looked, totally deflowered with my cream dripping on her ass.

"You should stop admiring it and lick it off," Bruno told me.

"No," I said stopping myself, "you lick it off. I'm the Master here."

"Yes Master," Bruno said to me as it knelt down.

"I'm going to use that toilet and have an old fashion shit," I told them. "When you finish cleaning out her ass with your tongue bring her to me. I need somebody to wipe my ass."

"Ahhh," cursed Marcy.

"Do you have something to say," I snapped at her giving her a hard smack on the bottom.

"No Master, thank you Master."

"Good," I said feeling very smug, then to Bruno, "lick her to the edge of an orgasm. No mistakes or, I'll have you trim the yard's grass with a toenail clipper. Demoted from sex android to garden android."

"Yes Master," It said as its long tongue rolled out of its mouth and twisted into Marcy's rectum. "I do believe Master you deposited a whole bowl of 'cream of some young man' up her ass."

"What can I do for you Master," asked Mandy in her odd android voice. 

"Well for one, fix lunch, an assortment of sandwiches," I said giving it a friendly stroke of the cheek. "Then re-arrange the furniture so that I can watch some TV while also seeing Marcy at the stocks. But this time lower it so that she is on her knees, thighs apart of course. Then later on she can watch you give me a light spanking before I take her again."

"Oh yes Master," chirped Marcy.

Well the day started a bit shaky, ended rather well. All the memos on Marcy's laptop were orange level; I'll let her read them later on. I did need to use the toilet, whatever Bruno put up my ass was still in there and I didn't want to bend over for another enema. Nope, life was good.



Slave Immigrant Ch. 09



After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skys. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. I guess Human Recourses had my profile figured out. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websites were tracked alright, but not by Homeland Security. I was a 24/7 Bonded Sex Slave with a 5 million credit debt to pay off. Worse still I didn't have any say on how or what I would be doing, I wasn't a citizen. After taking a Citizenship Test all that changed.

After what I think was some pretty intense testing it looked like I was going to get a three day weekend off. I mean not everybody has the Director of the Boom-boom Room have you for a sexy three day sleep-over. Better still she wanted to be a slave and me the Dom. I was looking forward to sitting back, watching TV and having my cock sucked whenever I wanted. Boy was I wrong.

What was supposed to be a relaxing three day weekend turned into a combination of hell and tension? I make a wrong move and BAM! Her Android Bruno the high and mighty Mark Twelve sex android is beating the hell out of my ass. I kept forgetting I'm Marcy McDermott's Boy-Toy there for her pleasure. I never considered being a Dom was such hard work. The worst was when I was taken into her condo's garden bent over a man-size saw-horse made of logs, tied down, flogged, and then left in the morning sun for any passer-by to see. All I saw was the grass on the ground. Later on I had a mild tan on one side.

You see the Freedom Zone is under a protective dome. One quarter of the city, is made up of this zone which is all adult play 24/7 and well out of site of the Family Friendly zones. So adults have total sexual freedom, you can go to work nude if you want while sporting a fox-tailed butt-plug and welt marks. Your boss might decide to spank or fuck you than chew you out for a little mistake if the two of you feel that will make you a better employee. I later learned that the hovercar assembly plant in Central City Free Zone has the highest production rate on the planet. And yes they still have people working there if you need a low skilled job. 

As for me, I think I got the hang of things by late Saturday afternoon. Marcy claimed she couldn't cook and cuddled against me after a satisfying four-way to which both our androids were involved. Meanwhile Mandy, my upgraded Mark Nine Android cleaned the house while Bruno, Marcy's Mark Twelve Android cooked a gourmet dinner. I was watching a good movie on the giant TV, drinking an ice cold coke. (I'm always on duty so no alcohol for me.) That was when Marcy's lap-top went hay-wire with a condition red message.

We both sighed as she got up and went to her small computer station. She pushed aside the punishment sex-a-terry chair with its menacing dildo seat and sat in a regular chair. For some reason I felt that dildo was laughing at me and I'll be on the receiving end of trouble.

"That fucking idiot," she screamed at the lap-top. She stamped her foot and pushed herself away from the desk. "Can't take a fucking simple set of instructions." She stormed about the room and selected a rattan cane from the rack.

"Honey," I said getting up and trying to calm her, "it can't be all that bad."

"Shut up," she snapped at me. "Drop that robe, and bend over the couch."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the two androids standing in the doorway. I dropped the heavy velveteen robe and bent over the couch, ass in the air knowing I've then gone from Dom to whipping boy. The cane hit a couch pillow near my face with such force it raised a puff of dust.

"That stupid Charlie," she cursed, "all these months of being the loyal Administrator and all the while he was just waiting for the chance to take it all away from me." The cane hit the couch again raising more dust in such a sanitary place.

"And my father," she added, "I can see his hand behind all this too." The cane was landing on both sides of me and I knew full well my ass was next. "You and your new boy-friend are invited to my party," she smirked. "Just when I meet somebody interesting," she leaned against my naked body and began crying. I fell into the sofa and felt her tears against my penis.

"Well whoever this guy is," I said, "I'm sure he'd be supportive."

"Oh you ass," she grabbed my nuts and squeezed, "it's YOU I'm talking about."

"Mistress please," I sobbed, "now I'm confused, am I your boy-toy, companion, courtesan, product, or what?"

"You are whatever I want you to be," she snapped at me. She released my nuts and cried into her hands.

"Okay," I said sitting back, "let's try to reason through this. Start at the beginning. Did you miss an orange alert or something?"

"Or something is right, Charlie, my replacement, listed a board meeting as a code blue; very low level. The board is concerned that out of the thirty-five hundred Earth Humans we rescued, three hundred and sixty-two of them have talent. By not being there: they half blamed this mess on me. They didn't even give me a chance to defend myself. My father claimed it was his fault and is taking over running the Boom-boom Room Central City with Charlie responsible for day-to-day operations."

"Can you appeal," I asked.

"Only if there is a reduction in pay," she explained, "section 22-oh-7 standard contract procedure. The Board of Directors has final say; in fact I just got a pay increase. I'm in charge of Wholesale."

"What you have a Bargain Basement store of something?"

"Oh if there wasn't a hold on you I could whip you good," she threatened.

"A couple hours over the garden sawhorse would have good effect on him," suggested Bruno. 

Thanks Bruno, I said to myself.

"Oh fuck off," she cursed at the Android. Then to me, "Wholesale is our code for the selling off of excess staff. You are staff, you are now for private sale. All but three Earth Females and one male from your group are being sold."

"Holy shit," I sighed.

"That's an Earth term," said Bruno, "I could wash his mouth out with soap."

"Later," said Marcy, then to me, "you did break a rule. So our weekend is cut short, Admiral Jane Speedwell is stepping down and her fleet is throwing her a party. Guess what; she wants: you and price is no object. They waved fifteen thousand credits at the Company she is going to play with you for a long time tomorrow night."

Now just for a little background, for those of you who don't know it, Jane Speedwell is the Coalition's version of Angelina Jolie twenty-five years ago. I mean this woman in a very short period of time set the Movie industry on fire. Besides that she is an Ancient. Ancients come from Vacation Planet 228; a very old race of humanoids; Homo Speriorous is the technical term. To put it simply above average in everything, height, strength, intelligence, dexterity, and all have talent. These people are the Supermen Adolf Hitler was always talking about. And by the way I have all of her movies on file, including the XXX game version where, well, guess.

Ancients usually prefer sex with a person with zero talent and no signs of body trauma. Many of them own androids so that t hey can avoid human emotions and thoughts so that they can enjoy themselves. We checked the file, this gal was wacky. She collected every video and media item on me. She even had security monitor videos, (which are supposed to be classified,) of me.

"Is she going to buy me," I had to ask.

"That would be impossible," said Marcy, "Admirals get lots of perks, but horrible pay. She's still a civil servant. However the Planetary Governor is a distant cousin and good friend of hers. He could buy you outright, even pay for your bond and transfer to her for a slight fee."

"Slight fee?"

"One credit, that's all it takes. So you get to be her toy for however long she wants. I can't see it going longer than a week. She's stepping out of commanding fleets and will soon be taking over a battalion of Space Commandos. The Space Commandos are very short of Talented Officers. She is going to be busy."

"Okay forget her, what else is wrong?"

"Dad set your bond at one million credits."

"One million that's not bad, don't I get paid off sooner?"

"Very true, in five years you could become a free man. Bad in the fact that no company will pay that much for you. Not even a music company."

"I thought I failed the music test."

"I'm not sure why he failed you, music companies, and competing brothels want to buy you to work for them. In any commercial enterprise you have potential. Your Boom-boom Root Beer™, the alternative title for non-free-zone sales will make you a projected two million inside of one quarter. You have ideas, in a commercial setting you excel."

"So who's going to buy me?"

"Private, kinky individuals."

"Ouch," I said trying to make my butt smaller.

"Ouch indeed, I'm going to have to make arrangements for these people to meet and spend some time with you."

"Do I have to be nice to them?"

"You want to become an unskilled labourer on some moon?"

"No Mistress," I said looking down.

"I'll work through them later," she sighed, "now let's worry about Dad. He's throwing a party at the house."

"You make it so ominous, The House so he has a nice place somewhere."

"I live in one of the guest houses to the estate..."

"You mean all that," I pointed to the other condos out the window, "is part of his house?"

"Yes."

"Was he one of the people looking over the hedge when I was punished?"

"Probably."

If my dick could shrink any smaller my balls would have been gone too. Most parents would, well get out the shotgun and have a wedding. What was Marcy McDermott's father doing?

"So," I signed, "what does he want?"

"He sent a written invitation to you and me, to come to the Company's Celebration of the outrageous profits we have made this quarter. To Pontiac Jones," she laughed, "Class Eight Courtesan and my daughter's boy friend."

"So he approves of me being here?"

"Only if I can steal some ideas out of you for company profit." Her private cell phone rang. "It's my mother," she said looking at the phone. "Assume the position, face in the pillow."

"Why, she can't see me."

"It's a warning of a video phone call," she explained, "she knows I see men, now bend over or I'll have Bruno put you outside with a mouth full of soap."

I assumed the position and couldn't stop myself from such a hard-on. Marcy picked up my robe and put it on as another phone chirped to life. The lights came on and I could hear an older woman speaking to her.

"Mister Jones," said Marcy's Mother, "so sit down, I know it's you over there. That desk chair look uncomfortable, Bruno be a darling and grease it for Mister Jones."

"That's not necessary Mother," said Marcy putting her hand on my back and keeping me in position.

"Don't be foolish darling," he mother laughed, "for fifty credits I could have a car pick him up and he would be over my lap in ten minutes."

"He's mine," said Marcy. And just to spite her mother she pushed me into a sitting position on the sofa and then sat on my lap. And I do mean sat. She grabbed my stiff cock lifter her robe and took me up her ass as she wiggled on me.

I still have a hard time figuring myself out then. My cock was up her warm inviting ass. He mother was on the big screen TV; half dressed, sitting at a table of some sort watching us. Marcy's ass was still very hot from last night's spanking/sex play and still lubricated. I couldn't help myself I came right then and there.

"Is that little dick of his comfortable," he mother asked.

"Yes," said Marcy in a naughty fashion and wiggled her bum, "he's coming too."

"Well we could talk dirty for a long while or like adults, what do you want to do."

"I want to run my own Free Zone Hotel."

"So why aren't you?"

"I got bushwhacked."

"Well he is very pretty. Look you Father loves you, and me too, but he will not let either of us to have our own lives, we have to fight for it."

"Is that why you left him?"

"In a way I left him when he started working five hours a day while you were just a baby. That's when I took correspondence courses while changing your diapers. The day after you left and went to the Middle Kingdom and he tried to move heaven and earth to get you back, I left him too."

"I didn't know that mother. I hear your business is doing very well."

"Well enough maybe I can help you with my business."

"Look if you two are going to have a mother daughter chat I believe Bruno needs to punish me," I butted in.

"Nonsense Mister Jones," snapped Marcy's Mother, "you're a victim of my former Husband's greed too. Why doesn't he have any welts on his bottom," she asked her daughter, "I hear you usually keep your men on a short leash."

"You still don't know me Mother," she said lifting herself off my cock and showing her well punished bottom to her. "Sometimes I like to give up responsibilities and cry like a little girl."

"How nice," smiled Marcy's mother, then to me she looked cross. "Well don't just sit there eat that cream you left on my daughter's ass." Without thinking I moved around and opened my mouth to lick out her ass. 

"Fool," laughed Marcy and her mother.

"What kind of a mother do you think I am," laughed Marcy's Mother, "now sit down like a good boy and don't cover your crotch."

"She's kidding right," I asked Marcy.

"You got pretty balls," laughed Marcy. "They can't blame me for all this, can they?"

"You have plenty of First Class Courtesans you can play with, why this one?"

"Because he's smart, and I think enjoys it."

"Do you enjoy being a boy-toy Mister Jones."

"Yes Ma'am," I said reluctantly, "my friends call me Al."

"I like Pontiac," chuckled Marcy's Mother, "you can call me Whitney. What's your take on all this?"

"The Company changed me in ways I can't understand. My last memories were of me worrying that I had Alzheimer's disease when I was seventy-two. I died or came here some six years later. I know I was on drugs to arrest the disease, but I think they did something to my brain too. I can remember things very very fast. I don't have to study so to say, I remember what is written down, just have to work on applying what I know. I'm stronger, faster, taste, smell, hearing, and," oh how I hated to admit it, "I don't get diaper rash either."

"Well that's a nice thing," laughed Whitney, "so outside of saving on diapers what's wrong with that?"

"I think they fused Ancient DNA into mine, and all the other immigrants from Earth."

"Then how come you don't have any talent?"

"Besides a talent for getting into trouble," added Marcy as she hid her face behind her hand computer.

"I don't know," I sighed, "and I guess I need the occasional spanking."

"You come from a sexually frustrated planet, we're not going to give you any therapy, you're too useful to the company," explained Whitney. "I think the best course of action is to fight back."

"How?"

"Use your best assets," she continued, "your father probably calculates you will not come to the party but hide in shame. Shoulders back and tits out like the Imperial Courtesan you were trained to be. Mingle with the guest, make contacts, and sell the products. As for you Pontiac," she smiled and fiddled with her computer, "I'm ordering a suit for you. Think of it as an Entertainers Uniform, all the want-a-be stars show up in something like this. Oh and put a chastity belt on him Marcy, they practically have it on all the news channels Admiral Speedwell has ordered your boy-toy on a silver platter. A display belt might be just the ticket."

"Ohh, that's going to be uncomfortable for him," said Marcy.

"He'll be fine," assured Whitney, "the newer models have lenses that reflect light no more continuous spreading the cheeks."

"What's that," I had to ask.

"Stand up darling," Whitney told somebody off camera, "now over here." It seemed Whitney had her own boy-toy. A young man with very pale skin wearing what looked like a glass chastity belt or something. As he turned about you could see his cock was erect against his belly, shaved pink balls and puckering anus. He moved very natural despite the two inch wide belt up the crack of his ass. His naked bottom had some mild belt marks, which well looked erotic to me. Even I wanted to fuck that tight ass. The poor kid blushed as she pulled him across her lap and unlocked the belt. "As you can see," she explained, "I can also insert this clear butt-plug and really show him off."

The poor kid winced as the plug was inserted and the belt locked back on. She turned him and from a certain angle even from the video phone you could see right into his colon which looked very clean. She then stood him up and turned him around showing off his throbbing cock.

"As you can see he and nobody else can touch his ass," she explained. She then held up a small remote control. The poor kid shivered and his eyes fluttered. I knew that look somehow that clear butt-plug was vibrating up his ass. The poor kid came, and nearly collapsed. She held him on her lap and I watched his cock spurt twice before he relaxed and shrivel.

"Let me guess," said Marcy, "the product belongs to one of your clients?"

"Well I do have to test it. I'll have that delivered to you as well with locking instructions. You can set the unit for thumb-print identification. DNA units are a bit larger you can cover a belly-button with it."

"So what do I do at this party," I had to ask.

"Just be your charming self," explained Whitney, "remember you're for sale now. Kiss ass to corporate executives. Talk to the orchestra leader, see if you could sing a song or two. Sell yourself, but don't get your ass spanked, Ancients like their sex toys clean. Once she has you, well, just tell her the truth, you're still a naughty boy. I'm on the guest list too. I just might inspect the goods too."

"Mother!"

"Ahh don't worry, where would I get a million retainer? Now get yourself cleaned up. And Bruno, since Mister Jones is going to be tied up for an hour or three, give him a good cleaning, use the hose, And don't forget to milk him."

"Mistress," I begged Marcy as Bruno grabbed me by the arm. With a curt hand signal I was dismissed. She was busy talking to her mother.

There is no use to arguing with an android, they are after all robots. I was bent over the horse and tied down. Wrist, ankles, and a belt across my back restrained me from escaping the inevitable; punishment and anal inspection. Bruno's programming was sadistic; it stood in front of me and pulled on the head of its male cock. The nub came out attacked to a hose that stretched out like some obscene tentacle while it whistled The North-Atlantic Squadron song. The very thin penis entered my rectum comfortable before it widened into a butt-plug and then started filling me with liquid.

"So," I asked, "I will be able to sit down and expel when you're done right."

"No you will stay in that position," explained Bruno, "I'll be washing you down when finished." His fingers gently stroked my inside thighs and ass. It felt like a small lake was going up my ass and well into me.

"Are you sure enema's can be done this way," I had to ask Bruno. "Should there be pressure against my tummy?"

"Probably not," said Bruno as his fingers tickled my ass, "it will just take longer. Would you like to know how many litres you've received?"

"No," I groaned as the humiliation set in. There was definitely pressure and my cock was rock hard.

"Ding," chirped Bruno is sadistic glee, "you just received two litres Mister Jones. You know I think if I adjust the flow just a smidgen this way..." I felt something warm rush into me and my cock exploded. "Tar she blows," announced Bruno. I could hear several people applauding somewhere. Please let it be some audio system and not for real. 




Slave Immigrant Ch. 09



I opened my eyes and saw Bruno's hand with a mirror in the palm. It turned and I saw a group of faces on the other side of the hedge. Old, young, and a few of those with feline face who; looked more curious. The hand moved away.

"I say," growled a voice, "so many to-dos about body functions."

"These kind of body function are more a private matter sir," explained Bruno to the audience. "The humiliation factor goes far beyond any kind of physical whipping that I can do to him. You may want to avert your eyes the next part is truly disgusting."

"Oh no," I whimpered as I felt its hand between my butt-cheeks. Somebody actually posted a video on Free Skyes version of You-Tube and had over four million hit before something more titillating came along two days later.

The second half of the video thankfully got even less attention as Bruno used a garden hose on me. It sprayed me down, and yes, even on high tech Free Skyes the water is still freezing cold. Once he had me good and wet; out came a soapy wash rag. It took it's time as in fact I got a full body massage. Even if it was with cold water it felt good.

"Oh that feels...gulp," stupid me, soapy rag in the mouth and a strap over my head to keep it there. On and on went the washing, till thankfully I was rinsed off. Next; the blow dryer Otto spent a very long time on my ass, and my hard-on returned. It then took me off the horse and stand with arms outstretched so that it could dry my front. Only one person was watching me by then that feline person staring with slight blinking yellow eyes. 

"Hiss," the feline whispered to Bruno.

Bruno grabbed me by the cock and led me towards the person. The feline opened its mouth and revealed a small cake of soap in the middle of its mouth. Then it spoke in very quiet tones.

"May I tasted the seed of an Earthman," she asked, "my Master will not let me and I so much want to."

"You name is listed in the house guest list," smiled Bruno. "With that cake of soap on her tongue it can't form words in Mechanio and is attempt to over-ride my programming. You see Miss Naughty Panty-puss has a strict master. And I can tease her."

The feline's ears folder down and eyes narrowed. However not having fur like other more wild felines I could see her skin blush. Meanwhile Bruno moved the finger of one hand up my ass while the other pumped my cock. It took two minutes before I was jerked off and my seed fell on the grass. Bruno then stepped on the mess and ground it in with the grass.

"I just sent an e-mail of your discretion to your master," it told her while moving us closer to the hedge while it spoke. "I calculate it will take five minutes for him to read his e-mail before he punishes you. If you run fast enough you can confess your sin and maybe, just maybe get a lighter punishment."

Bruno then pushed my head through the hedge so that I could get a good look at Miss Naughty Panty-puss. She was beautiful, naked, except for her narrow leather collar and furry tail and hair. She ran on flat almost human feet. 

"Is she a human who was transformed," I had to ask Bruno as it lead me back into the house.

"Certainly not," it shoved a soap rag into my mouth. I knew better than to try to spit it out. "She is a feline, two breasts, fashionably enhanced, and four other, natural. She could afford to buy you sir, she makes enough. She pays her personal accountant to humiliate her whenever possible. When she's not servicing android she works the lower brothels as a form of punishment. She's been doing that now for the past ten years. If you ask me her planet is almost as bonkers as yours."

"Having a nice conversation Pontiac," asked Marcy as she ate a bowl of soup while wearing the sexiest underwear I've ever seen.

"Do you want me to feed him," said Bruno rotating his hips, "I could shit a good meal into him."

"No I left him a bowl of soup too." She nodded to a cast-iron bar stool next to her padded one. The metal seat had an interesting pattern on it and felt very cold against my sun warmed ass.

"Here you go sir," said Bruno setting a bowl of soup before me. It had a finger in the soup. "Oh I'm sorry sir," it said in mock servitude, "was that the finger I had up your ass? Here check," it shoved the soup covered finger into my mouth. The soup tasted pretty good, I was hungry. "Or maybe this one," it shoved another finger into my mouth. It tasted like soap. "Maybe this one," it asked shoving a different finger into my mouth.

"It's amazing how such humiliating and disgusting things I can have done to you," observed Marcy. "You take it, blush, and get an extreme hard-on." The android chuckled and I just felt, well, terrible. "I'd shove two fingers up my vagina and make you lick them too, but we do have a party to get to. Now fill yourself with this."

I caught a glimpse of Marcy's ass as she moved about the kitchen, it was creamy and smooth. Not a sign of the whipping I've given her. She turned and saw me watching.

"What are you doing," she asked.

"Looking at your lovely bottom Mistress," I answered as truthfully and submissively as possible.

"You've seen it often enough," she smiled. "You're just wondering what happened to the marks you left there."

"I can't ask that Mistress," I mumbled between sips of soup. "I'm just your lowly slave not your Master." This made her blush.

"Well I can give that answer," said Bruno, "it's the closest I can give to spanking her."

"Oh," blushed Marcy, "my Master might punish me if his miserable slave knew."

"She had a standard healing pad on her bottom," it tattled, "two actually, they can hurt like hell at times if you wish to reduce swelling which is why she was inside a sound-proof room and had me making all sorts of noise in your ears sir."

"Oh please slave," she said taking a tissue and wiping her aroused cunt. "I do have to get ready for the party." She stuffed the soiled tissue across my nose and into my mouth. "Swallow," she ordered and then left.

Good thing about modern tissues, you can eat them. I finished my meal and Bruno lead me into the Master Bedroom. My clothing was laid out including the chastity belt that Marcy was fiddling with.

"Good," she smiled looking at me, "this should be interesting, spread your legs."

"I got a massive hard-on Mistress," I explained, "shouldn't I be limp before they are put on?"

"Not this kind," she said pushing my penis against my belly. Bruno was on the other side and I felt the glass belt go against and slightly between my butt cheeks. "It is designed to show off your sex. Some even have mini-billboards on the back advertizing prices. Maybe we could do that later on, personal sex servant for sale, contact Boom-boom Room." 

"Why no glass plug up the ass Mistress," I had to ask, "I tough you like having me there."

"You can't be sodomized, it shows. Now remember nobody except me, Admiral Speedwell and Emergency Medical Services can unlock this. The Dark Room will also be able to take if off and only give you a very mild enema. Those things have a police lock, so you will not be violated."

"Does this thing make my ass look fat," I asked looking at myself in a full length mirror.

"No," Marcy laughed.

"Certainly not," explained Bruno, "it screams 'hey look at this fuck-able ass, and I got a nice set of balls too.' Too bad it makes you cock look small."

"He's supposed to be pleasing to women, not men," said Marcy giving me a pat on the cheek. "Like the underwear, but what sports event are you going to?"

"Oh this," I said holding up my sports briefs. "Well you don't have to be doing some sports event to want to wear such underwear. If I wasn't wearing a chastity belt my balls would feel great, and the spandex feels great against the ass." I froze I was rubbing my ass. "Forgive me Mistress," I knelt down and opened my mouth.

"Give him a breath mint," Marcy told Bruno, "I don't like kissing a soapy mouth."

"Oh Mistress," sighed Bruno, "I was about to introduce him to the flavour ol' du Asshole. He does have to mingle."

"Yuck," said Marcy who smelled to soapy rag, "smells like a Spaceman's ass after too much chilli and beer. Give it to Mandy any time before he goes to Admiral Speedwell tomorrow he gets it." She popped a breath mint the size of a small bar of soap into my mouth. "Now get dressed."



Slave Immigrant Ch. 10



After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. I guess Human Recourses had figured out my profile alright. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websites were tracked alright, but not by Homeland Security. I was a 24/7 Bonded Sex Slave with a 5 million credit debt to pay off. Worse still I didn't have any say on how or what I would be doing, I wasn't a citizen. After taking a Citizenship Test all that changed.

After what I think was some pretty intense testing it looked like I was going to get a three day weekend off. I mean not everybody has the Director of the Boom-boom Room have you for a sexy three day sleep-over. Better still she wanted to be a slave and me the Dom. I was looking forward to sitting back, watching TV and having my cock sucked whenever I wanted. Boy was I wrong.

What was supposed to be a relaxing three day weekend turned into a combination of hell and tension? I make a wrong move and BAM! Her Android Bruno the high and mighty Mark Twelve sex android is beating the hell out of my ass. I kept forgetting I'm Marcy McDermott's Boy-Toy there for her pleasure. I never considered being a Dom was such hard work. The worst was when I was taken into her condo's garden bent over a man-size saw-horse made of logs, tied down, flogged, and left in the morning sun for any passer-by to see. But she didn't live in a condo; it was one of the guest houses of her father's mansion. For all I knew her father could be on the other side of the hedge watching what was going on? Good thing he gave her privacy, I was spanking, flogging, buggering, and fucking the heck out of her for the past two days.

To make the story even more complicated Marcy is no longer the Director of the Boom-boom Room but promoted to sales of sex slave contracts. With thirty more new slaves from Earth coming in she has to make room in the hotel. The Boom-boom Room Interplanetary is making record profits and just has to have a party celebrating what Daddy McDermott has been up to. He figures his daughter would be embarrassed at having her career as a Hotel Manager side-tracked so he invited her and her boyfriend to the party. So we're going to surprise him and fight back.

"You look fine," assured Marcy as she headed towards the front door.

"I look like a poor imitation of Elvis," I said to her as we stopped at the main entrance to the Mansion. "And I'm not wearing this silly wig," I added taking it off.

"But sir," insisted Bruno picking up the wig, "that's the fashion; all new singing sensations consider it good luck to dress like Clone-Elvis Tornado. He was legendary in copying Elvis Presley movies from Earth and making them into Free Skyes entertainment."

"This is insane," I explained to Marcy, "an Earthman, imitating a Free Skyes Entertainer who made a reputation by imitating a famous Earthman. Can I at least show something creative?"

"Alright," agreed Marcy, "but keep the pants on, they look good."

"As you wish Mistress," I smiled tossing the Elton John glasses. I then ditched the jewellery except the gigolo ring, scarf and I left the collar open.

"You're showing off you're a Bonded Slave," asked Marcy.

"Yes," I smiled, "I just wished I have one that said I'm the property of Marcy McDermott."

"Rule number one of business," she smiled and kissed me, "don't get addicted to the product."

She turned and headed into the Mansion. Marcy was dressed to the nines, long sleeveless silk dress with a daring slits up both side and no jewellery. I buttoned up my shirt, no reason to show off my chest, it has been shaved bare since the day I arrived at Free Skyes. The entrance was quite the site to see. Real wood carved interior that showed class, and crass, the carving were of naked men and women in one long orgy that went up the columns to the ceiling. Two armed guards in light battle armour stood by the door. Security scanners were used to see if we carried weapons or recording devises.

"The Androids check out," said one guards, "company property." Bruno and Mandy were naked, and it seemed appropriate.

"Nice to see you Mistress Marcy," said the second. "You sure you want to come in here? They said you're responsible for the mess, we can't see how."

"Oh I'm the whipping girl of the month," smiled Marcy as she blew kisses at both. "And don't let Mister Charlie talking nice to me you you'll both be on Transport Duty."

"Yes Ma'am," they both said. The first stopped me and looked at his scanner as he turned me around.

"A glass Chastity belt," he whistled. "Why cover it up with pants?"

"Because I still own that ass," said Marcy dragging me away from the two.

"Why can't we fuck a nice ass like that," I heard one say to the other.

"Because we don't make enough to buy it now," said the second. "We still had Boy-Toy Singer."

"I still get horny watching his videos," said the first.

"Hi little brother," laughed a voice.

We turned and saw Prince Johnass Fracisco von Studdlebock, inside his punishment cube. A prise possession of the Boom-boom Room Interplanetary was to be entrusted with the care and punishment of the fallen Dictator of the Middle Kingdom. Normally it cost one credit to whip the dictator, that evening guest could come and do it for free. Several businessmen, women, and servicemen all from the Middle Kingdom would whip him and even have pictures to take home.

"Why does he keep calling me little brother," I had to ask Marcy.

"Because you have a smaller penis than him," she laughed.

"A Bonded Slave as a house guest," said a deep voiced Officer from the Middle Kingdom who glared down his long dark nose at me. "Mistress Marcy," he snapped and bowelled like a Prussian Officer to her, "the Imperial Brothel is a drab and weary place without you."

"Count Zoibe," she crooned and lifted her cheek for him to kiss. "If we were in private I'd let you kiss my lower cheeks."

"I would gladly do so right her," he smiled. Then glared at me and told her "even before this worthless slave."

"Careful," she smile, "he's my new boyfriend and slated for Admiral Speedwell's use."

"I've heard the rumours," he said appraising me. Oh he was big, built like a power forward for the Boston Celtics. Grey Commando Uniform, braids, badges, high polished boots, cape, cap with lots of scrambled eggs on it, and armed with a laser-sword, a talent. "Too bad I took a vowel of chastity. I would love to look inside your mind and figure out why an Ancient would be fascinated by a photo of you."

"Lucky me," I smiled nervously, "you guys from the Middle Kingdom are just so big."

"Oh," he said taking my hand and making me feel the bulge in his pants. "It's not that kind of chastity. I just can't use my talent and invade your mind. Pity though I don't deal with sex slaves who are used by rowdy common spacemen. But since they promoted you, you may be of a class I would like to spend time with."

"I'll brush up on my high class cooking," I stammered wondering how hard he would hit. 

"Oh Pontiac," Marcy whispered into my ear and winked at the Count. "He relaxes like me. Punish him well and he'll jerk off on your ass and lick it off." The Count gave an embarrassed smile and nodded to me.

"Count Zoibe," said a loud voice of a man who considered that he was very important, "good to see you."

"Duty calls," smiled the Count who turned away and politely greeted the loudmouth.

"So what do we do next," I asked taking a drink off a tray from a passing waiter coolly.

"Try not to get in trouble," said Marcy taking the drink away from me. "Get him Root Beer," she told Mandy.

"Those things are energy drinks," I whispered to her, "one sip and my dick is screaming."

"Consider it a mild punishment," Bruno said into my ear as Marcy ignored me while leading me through the crowd.

"Marcy," laughed a polite voice.

"Uncle Paul," she laughed as she greeted an older gentleman. He was from Free Skyes and didn't get a nose job. However his tuxedo was expensive enough to say he had money.

"Pontiac meet Uncle Paul," she smiled showing me the older gent. For some reason he reminded me of Mel Brooks.

"Wow the famous singer," he laughed in a mock outrage, "put her there." I shook hands with a joy-buzzer that shocked me to my toes. "What a fool," he laughed.

"Uncle Paul, use to have the most famous comedy show on Free Skyes," Marcy explained.

"So not all the McDermott's are into Hotels," I smiled.

"Oh boy is he fresh off the ship," he laughed. "My stage name is Uncle Paul," he explained.

"So you're a retired entertainer, here to liven up the party?"

"I may have to punish you right here," hissed Marcy, "Uncle Paul is the owner of Live Action Network."

"Live Action Network," I gasped and fell to my knees, "forgive me Master I'm such a Miserable slave." I made loud kissing noises at his feet.

"Hey I'm no religious object," he said dancing away.

"Fool," I laughed pointing at him. Marcy gagged on her drink and Uncle Paul nearly fell on the floor rolling with laughter.

"Oh great Lord," he chuckled and helped me to my feet. "You should work for me."

"When I'm a free man I'll look you up."

"What that collar is for real," he asked fingering my collar.

"I'm surprised," said Marcy, "one of your stars has put up a bond on him."

"Who?"

"Dianna Chankor," she explained, "she and her husband put a million credit bond for him."

"You mean if I come up with a million plus credits I could have this guy on staff?"

"He's a bonded sex slave Uncle Paul, he had no skills."

"Hummm," he said then felt my crotch, "what's this: a chastity belt?"

"Oh," smiled Marcy as he pushed me towards a side-table, "drop'em and bend over the table."

It wasn't an unusual request, the ornate side tables were used just for that reason. Some men and women were bending over for a few light spanks or even sex. Uncle Paul paused for a long time and talked quietly to Marcy. If it wasn't for all the noise in the room I would have heard what was going on. They turned me around and he admired my penis.

"You are a mystery," Uncle Paul told me as he helped me pull up my underpants and trousers. Strangely he gave me a big hug and kissed me on the cheek. "I'll be seeing you."

"What was that all about," I asked as he continued to mingle.

"He just might adopt you," said Marcy.

"What?"

"Pontiac Jones," gushed a young lady wearing a dark blue evening gown. "Oh please spank me," he lifter her gown and bent over a side table revealing her naked ass.

"Tramp," said Marcy leading me away. "She probably threw her panties at somebody else."

The party was something Hugh Marston Hefner would have wet dreams over. Music Producers who counted number one record by the number of star systems their performers worked. Uncle Paul was the local Media mogul, but representatives from Free Zones on other systems came to pay homage to Marcy's Father. High Officers of the Governor's Fleets came to thank him for providing over three hundred Talented Officers. Larger more powerful industrialist kept vacation villas in the Free Zones came by to do business as well.

This didn't stop a friendly hand or two patting me on the behind. I turned smile and a woman grabbed me and kissed me full on the mouth. Not many women can kiss you and hug you to heaven, but this one did. She pulled back, it was Whitney.

"Hi Paul," she laughed.

"Ma-ma," cried Marcy turning with surprise. The two hugged and cried. "You came."

"Well I had to check out you new boyfriend in the flesh," Whitney laughed, "Before you lose him."

"There's Daddy," warned Marcy.

"I see you met my wife Mister Jones," said Daddy McDermott. "Why is her hand in your pants?" I gulped, Whitney must have hated him she was digging her nails in me.

"Former wife," said Whitney offering her hand to him. "Ever the charmer," she said to me.

With the greatest act or respect he bowed to kiss her hand. She turned her hand over and he kissed her palm. Which I may add was the same palm caressing my ass a few moments ago. He appeared unconcerned.

"Well Mister Pontiac Jones," he smiled at me, "I'm surprised to see you here; did you come to entertain us?"

"Yea," I smiled, "figured I'd head to the dance floor and sing a set with the band."

"I have a better idea," he smiles, "why don't we all take a good close-up look at what Admiral Speedwell is paying fifteen thousand credits for. Bruno: strip him and hand him up near the dance floor."

"Ah wait a minute," I said ducking away from Bruno. "You don't want your Class Twelve Android and you look like a fool now do you?"

"Dodging an android will only make things worse for you," Daddy McDermott snapped.

"Oh John let him sing for me," pleaded Whitney.

Bruno moved again, but he was programmed to take down unskilled slaves and I've learned a lot in the past few weeks. I scooped up another drink, liquor in one hand and a flaming d'oeuvre in the other. I tossed the drink into Bruno's eyes and set fire to its face. The machine was momentarily blinded.

"Come on John," I laughed, "don't be a fool, I can beat this android."

"I'll forfeit the worthless fifteen hundred and have you flogged," he snapped.

Turning I kicked Bruno in the ass. The android wildly turned flailing its arms and hitting a service android carrying a tray full of pastries. Thank goodness Marcy and Whitney were good sports. The whole family got pied by flying pastries.

The chase was on as I ran out of reception room one and across the hall to another room. It was a smoking longue. I peeled off my jacket and pick one off a chair and pulled it on. I tried to blend in and bumped into a tall fellow. 

"Excuse me Captain," said Count Zoibe, then in surprise, "Pontiac."

"Shhh," I told him quickly, "I'm trying to escape from a mad Android."

"Oh I hate androids, here have a cigar."

"Thanks," the end was clipped I took a few puffs, "taste like something from Earth."

"Here wear my cap," another officer offered.

"Thanks," I nodded; it was two sizes too large. "I'll try to grow into it." They all chuckled as Bruno wearing a pair of eyes he took out of another android stormed into the room.

"Everybody in hale," said the Count as the five officers cigars all glowed.

"I can still smell you out Mister Jones," bellowed Bruno.

"Oh blow off," I said, just as the officers blew a bellow of smoke into the face of the Android. Meanwhile I ran behind a curtain and through a hidden door.

For a moment I thought I ran into another bathroom as my coat was pulled off me. I was in a sea of hands and mouth fondling and kissing me. Within moments I was down to my underpants and chastity belt.

"This slave is wearing a chastity belt," a number of voices cursed.

"Darn servants throw him out of here."

Well at least they didn't throw me back into the smoking room. I ran down a corridor and into another room. Fuck! I found the armed guards lounge.

"Who da fuck are you," a guy with several stripes on his arm asked.

"Obviously this is not the tease party," I said backing out.

"Hey that's Pontiac Jones!"

"Da boss put a thousand credit bounty on his ass."

"A thousand credits," I snapped. "That cheep bastard, I'll double it to each one of you to let me go."

"With what," said the nearest guard holding up a transaction computer.

"Two thousand credit bribe," I said into the speaker waving my Gigolo Ring at it.

"Transaction Complete," chirped the machine.

Eleven thousand credits later and a peek at my ass, I had let the room with a guard uniform on complete with vizored helmet fake gun and police baton. Like all the other guards and any free Android I was looking for me. Occasionally I would open my visor and snicker at an obvious camera. Eventually I found the McDermott family this time with a platoon of guards surrounding the old man. So I joined him.

"Where is he," he yelled into a cell phone.

I stood behind him opened my visor and stuck out my tongue. He turned I closed the visor and nudged the guard next to me. The unsuspecting guard turned to see an enraged John McDermott.

"Arrest him!"

"Who, who?"

"Him! that's Pontiac Jones!"

A wrestling match ensured and three of the guards were soon handcuffed and had their helmets taken off. This made the old man even more enraged. I had a great idea.

"Jones is wearing a glass chastity belt; everybody pull down your pants," I shouted in my Sergeant-Major voice.

"Do it," encouraged several others.

Talk about funny. Three of the guards were wearing chastity belts. Two were wearing diapers. Several wearing filly thongs and welts on their pink bottoms. Various others were going commando and well, I was already out the door. 

"Somebody needs to be changed," said Whitney as she patted a burley sergeant on the diapered bottom.

"Pull your pants up," the Sergeant ordered.

"Well here's his uniform," said John McDermott as he picked up the dis-guarded uniform. "Can you sent track him," he asked Bruno.

"It would be better if I had his collar GPS locater code," said Bruno.

"I forgot about that," snapped John. "Where's his room android, Mandy's right here," added spinning about.

"It is over here," said Marcy pointing to Mandy sitting in a chair stiff as a statue. "I deactivated it. Daddy one class eight sex slave is ruining your party. Guest are throwing pies at your security guards, tripping Bruno and some are leaving."

"What a party," said Uncle Paul as he walked into the room with pie on his face. "I haven't had fun like this since we tried to re-create the great pie-fight of Earth Hollywood 1927. McDermott all the other media outlets including mine are wrong: you throw a great party. Hey can you release a video of the party this is great."

"Be a good idea JT," said a cigar puffer in an expensive business suit.

"We got over half the board of directors here tonight," said another. "Good publicity for the company."

"Well we don't have any media staff here at the moment," said JT.

"Oh hell anybody who's watched TV can do that," I said climbing out from under a table that hand a full table cloth. "Let me into your security media room and in fifteen minutes I'll have a three minute montage complete with music."

"You can do that," asked Uncle Paul.

"Anybody who's played with video players on Earth can do that," I smiled. "I bet I can make you laugh Johnny."

"JONES," bellowed Bruno as it rushed into the room and ran straight towards me.

"Quasna-an-hunt," screeched Miss Naughty Panty-puss to the Android and then dodged aside. I dodged aside too as Bruno crumpled into a collapsed mass. "Forgive me Master JT," she nodded to him and then went to the fallen Bruno and ripped off its scalp showing the flashing red lights. "But you Mark Twelve has broken down. It has misinterpreted your last instructions. The machine's intent was to kill. Give this miserable servant three hours to repair it, at the usual fees."

"Kill," gasped TJ, a servant android quickly brought him a chair to sit on. "I couldn't kill a person."

"That why we have rigorous testing," I quickly explained. "My military career and training were not in my portfolio. If things went bad we still have the Noble Count Zoibe here to deal with it."

"Why don't we pass out some towels," said the cigar chomped, "and free cleaning for our guest to freshen up while Mister Jones here edits us a little video. If we think it is funny enough he can sing a set. Under certain conditions."

"Conditions," I asked.

"Don't worries about that," said the cigar man, "just do a good job. Marcy; show him where the Security Control is located."

"Who is he," I asked her.




Slave Immigrant Ch. 10



"My Uncle Troyabe," she explained, "my father's brother. There are six others, mostly money men, major stock holders; all have companies outside the Free Zone who see us as a diversion and source of income. Just do a good job if you want a chance to do something other than bend over and take it."

Well normally I would have sweaty palm and my stomach would be grinding acid and doing flip-flops. Editing was something I knew and I was surprisingly calm. The security guys were warm and polite, their supervisor cold so I had to give him a combination ass-kiss and threat that if he didn't co-operate he can go talk to JT himself. The Company was looking bad and all I had to do was spin-doctor it.

First I took the raw footage and pieced it together into a very long format. Next I fiddled with the frame/laps speed to give the motion at 16 frames per second rate over the High Definition format of 1600 frames per second. The effect made the whole event look jerky and an almost silent film effect. I then added in a few shots into the action where I mugged at the camera to make the whole sequence pad into the three minutes. Finally the music track, the library was huge and it took a couple of tries to find Yakety Sax, by Boots Randolf. They had it miss-filed as the Benny Hill Theme Song. I made sure Boots got proper credit and waited to see what the bosses would think.

Uncle Paul somehow managed to get himself in the same room as I screened the work for JT, the Board, Whitney and Marcy. It was the moment of truth, I desperately wanted to run and hide. I half wanted to leave the room as the video started, but Count Zoibe stopped me.

"Time to face your Judges," he told me as he was flanked by a few of his officer friends all equally grim.

Thirty second in was when chuckles started, mostly from Uncle Paul. It became infectious especially when Bruno sent the pies flying and caught JT in the face. Myself comically running down an empty hall of doorways and curtains. Bruno running stopping opening one door and a shoe is thrown at him. The Android stalks towards the camera while I am clearly seen behind it thumbing my nose at it. The security team looking even more like the Keystone Kops; as they run back and forth through the halls. Bruno even ran into another room and grabbed a person from behind who was wearing the same suit as me. It was a woman who threw a drink into its face. There was lots of comedy going on as two guards ran past a couple who were making love at a side table. The guard stopped, snickered, camera angle, he was wearing underpants with Spank Me Please, written on them.

Bruno runs through a room where a man is passionately making love to a woman. It then cut to a close-up of the woman looking very bored and doing her nails. The grand finally was the guards rushing about the hall and then pulling down their pants. I wisely decided not to use Whitney's reaction to the Guard Sergeant wearing dirty diapers. But I did get a good one of another guard wearing a frilly garter belt, stockings, and thong all in matching black. Quick cut to JT looking very sour before a pie hits him in the face. With three cameras tight on his face at different angles I had plenty of shots at different angels to use on just one pie hit.

When it ended the room was still quiet. JT looked sternly at me. I haven't known him long enough just what to think. His collar was opened and it was that same poker face Glen Sather would have as he coached the Oilers to five Stanley Cups.

"Remember tell the truth," said Count Zoibe, "we can tell."

"Okay," said JT as he repressed a chuckle, "it's funny, go talk to the Music Director you can do a set, no less than one hour. And we get ten percent."

"Ten percent," I asked.

"Ten percent of video, audio, merchandizing sales, we get ten, you keep ninety in your personal account."

Forty-five minutes later after a conference with the Music Director and his team I was able to have one of my own suits sent to me and I was ready. I figured I should do something about a raunchy as the last performance and did another old military tune, "Balls to your Partner, ass against the wall. If you never been fucked on a Saturday Night, you never been fucked at all." Which by Free Zone standards was pretty tame compared to some song written.

The Music Director had a wide selection of songs from Earth already translated into Coalition Galactic. I sang songs from the sixties to two thousand and five that I still remembered. The back-up singers were all girls from Earth that had contracts that took them out of being sex slaves to music slaves. They gained their freedom in ten years and still work in the music industry. What few jokes I tried to do went flat, so I compensated by adding more songs and the show went to two hours which included other performers who came on to sing with me. In the end I was dead tired. Walking from back stage to Marcy was not easy.

"Good work," Troyabe McDermott smiles as he shook my hand and gave me a pat on the shoulder, "you'll probably make a million or two inside of six months."

"Great," I laughed, "I can buy my way out faster right?"

"Oh no," he chuckled as he puffed on his cigar, "we get ten percent, what you earn cannot be paid to the company. Besides we have a contract to sell you. It will be up to your new owners' whether or not you sing again." He waved to a beautiful girl and left me.

"Got to hand it to you kid," said Uncle Paul giving me a pat on the bum, "you must like getting it up the ass."

"What did I do," I asked.

"You should have said seventy/thirty, they take seventy, and you get thirty. Heck you could have been working for me in six months. Now I'm going to go to plan B. But don't worry I'll have plenty of advise for you then. You haven't seen the last of your Uncle Paul."

"See what happens when you don't have a personal manager," said Count Zoibe as he patted me on the shoulder. "Some people think they are wasting money and that they are smarter than everybody else. And you are smart, just not wise enough." He then gave me a great hug before he looked me honestly in the eyes. "I never served under or with Admiral Speedwell. I envy you, she is a great leader, and tomorrow you will definitely be under her." He laughed and walked away.

"You ready to go home," Marcy asked me.

"Yea," I sighed, "want to walk me home?"

"You do know my father definitely fucked you right?"

"And like I ass I grabbed it and shoved it right up there." Mandy took my hands and cuffed them behind my back. "Hey what's up?"

"I have a new job to do, and you need some rest. I think a little alone time is what you need. Besides," she gave me a hard side look, "you broke my android. Maybe I can rent one not owned by the company that will spank me."

"Oh yea," I asked trying to get close to her, "but is it as cute as me." Marcy leaned to within an inch of my face.

"No," she smiled and headed to her house. "Diaper bondage till one hour before the Admiral's Party," she told Mandy.

"Ahh not diaper bondage," I cried as Mandy frog-marched me to a public transit station. "Look can't we at least take a hover-cab," I protested. "I can pay."

"The night air is good for you," said Mandy as its voice sounded more mechanical. "Be thankful I was not instructed to transport you as a proper Bonded Sex Slave."

"Proper?"

"Naked with a leash around your neck."

As we stood at the bus-stop and a group of young people gathered there as well. They looked in their late teens, but on Free Skyes they were in their twenties. They giggled with each other, openly kissed groped and during the ride two of them stretched out on a bench and made love. Everybody was polite this was not the public transit on Earth. Two other boys got on in para-military outfits, one had a patch with me when I sang to the spacemen on his shoulder. It was creepy, a fan is ten feet away and didn't even notice me.

Even the Boom-boom Room didn't seem the same. People came and went. Unfortunate people were in public booths being punished. Mandy took me to my room, stripped me, put a diaper on me, then tied me to the spanking post and left me there. I had no idea what would happen next except a respected Space Admiral wanted to have some time with me.



Slave Immigrant Ch. 11



After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. I guess Human Recourses had me figured out alright. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websites were tracked alright, but not by Homeland Security. I was a 24/7 Bonded Sex Slave with a 5 million credit debt to pay off. Worse still I didn't have any say on how or what I would be doing, I wasn't a citizen. After taking a Citizenship Test all that changed.

After a near disastrous weekend with Marcy McDermott I managed to fix things to make myself look better and get a chance at a singing career. Boy did I fuck that up. I sang for two hours before an audience of movers and shakers. While their young dates ate up the show, they politely took a nap. The whole event was recorded and packaged for sales. Without a good lawyer I fucked it up again. Oh I got ninety percent of the profit, which went into my bank account, but could not be used to pay off my bond. I had close to a million in the bank and was still a sex slave.

I spent the night diaper domination tied in a position of submission as a reminder of how stupid I was. No trips to the high tech bathroom for the day for me. Mandy, my Room Android would bath me standing in a tub, changed diapers while I was confined to my apartment. Even watching TV became torture.

My favourite Free Zone TV station Live Action Network, had me listed as the Idiot of the Day for not properly going through a contract. They projected sales would reach a million by the end of the week. I tried changing the channel and found cartoons of myself getting butt-fucked by the whole board of directors of the Boom-boom Room. My biggest worry was what if Admiral Speedwell did not like me.

I mean it's one thing if you are going out for the first time with somebody you barely know and yea it's going to be exciting. However I've seen every movie and well some of the packaged interviews, but it was dated, 25 years ago. She went to the Governor's Star Force and worked her way up to becoming an Admiral. Now they want her to command a battalion of Space Commandos. All the news shows report is rumours that she's been collecting images of me.

"Can you give me something to do," I asked Mandy the room android after packing about the apartment.

"Rest, relax," said Mandy, "you will gather with a few other Earth Courtesans. Prepare a few songs, and let the fleet officers do the rest. Luck for you maybe forty per cent of them will show up for this kind of a party. The others will, table dance, gang-bang, spanks, but you belong to the Admiral. And all we know is that she reserved a deluxe suit with a private air-car landing pad for a week. And she has been making messages with her cousin Prince Otto, his private space yacht has been taken out of storage and fitted with some private cargo. The personnel are private contractors, very loyal to the Prince, former commandos; probably from his old unit too. She has the clearance; she's of their command circle, so she can take you out of system. We know she will return you or, well, pay one hefty fine."

"These talented types are very honourable, so I know I'll be home for supper."

"Well sit down; watch TV and no playing with yourself."

"Okay," I grumbled and sat down, "I just would like to use the dark room and not a diaper."

"Sorry, you room is not equipped with a low tech toilet, and she knows it embarrasses you. Get use to it. It just may be her kink. I'm not sure how or why Ancients don't get diaper rashes and yet she has been to an Adult Novelty Store in the Draco Star system. She's been making various purchases but we are unable to track her purchases."

"You guys spying on her," I wasn't sure why I was upset, but I was.

"Simple merchandising policy. Now relax, watch a movie."

The afternoon went by slowly. Occasionally the news channel came on tracking the movement of Assault Fleet 104 as it came into system for the last time under Admiral Jane Speedwell. It was odd, looking at a woman who by Earth Standards seemed in her mid twenties, could have been playing touch football with the people on "Friends", but was actually 158 years old. The ships hung in orbit as crews went on liberty and the dockyards filled as battle damaged ships were repaired. Part of the fleet was missing as damaged ships were either towed or left waiting for salvage ships to strip the ruined ships.

Draco was three hundred light years away. The older battlestarships were being replaced by the dreadnaughts, which moved at speeds of 25 light years a day. Draco was 400 light years away where raider ships were outfitted for destruction of our lives. The last of Admiral Speedwell's fleet stood for one last parade and then left. A noise roared over Central City as military shuttles came in for a party.

The Boom-boom Room became a blue light district, Officer's only. Action Network covered the wild excitement as close to one hundred thousand Space Navy personnel descended into the spaceport. An orgy erupted in the park surrounding the Free Zone divider as people just didn't want to find a hotel room. City Police calmly stood by and only arrested those who were causing public mischief. 

By four o'clock there was a loud pounding on my door. Mandy was polite but firm. I wasn't sure whether to hide or get ready for a fight.

"We're the health inspectors," bellowed a voice over assorted comments and laughter, "we're here to inspect Pontiac Jones."

"Bugger off you drunken assholes," bellowed Mandy, "before I have the hall filled with knockout gas."

"Come on lady," the voice continued, "what's that guy got that we don't?"

"Good manners," said Mandy as I heard a loud hissing come from outside.

"RUN, GAS GAS GAS," they screamed and there were more shuffling noises.

"Well that should take care of things," said Mandy to me. "Think you could use a light dinner?"

"I'll try," I nervously answered.

After some soup and sandwiches I was hand bathed, put into that glass chastity belt. I don't know why it's call a glass chastity belt, it is definitely not made of glass, more like Plexiglas or something. I looked at myself in the mirror, my cock seemed more naked and larger. I turned and could definitely see my puckering asshole no matter how much I tried to clench my cheeks.

"Here's your new sailor suit," said Mandy opening a box. "This is supposed to be a regulation class A Governor's Starforce Space Navy uniform approved for Male Heredshe personnel. Look," she pointed to some rank insignia, "they made you a Petty Officer, 2nd Class and a battle decoration for the Draco Action."

"Who me?"

"Check Outjockey Network," she switched channels to a Military Network, "it seems pin-up pictures of you were plastered on many ships and carried by love-sick Space Marines as they went into battle."

"But why?"

"Many of these young warriors who have for the longest time followed the career of their Admiral are curious of her obsession with Pontiac Jones," droned a new reader in an authoritative way. "Family and Tribal members from Vacation Planet who have known her swear she had been drawing pictures of a man she fell in love with in a Clairvoyant vision she had at age twelve. As you can easily see by these never before seen pictures there is a remarkable resemblance to her mystery lover and Pontiac Jones, right down to the Bonded Collar."

"Jesus Christ," I cursed in Earth English.

"I'll let her know you've spoken in Earth English," Mandy pointed out. "You want any more punishment?"

"No Mandy," I said looking down at the costume. "Hey this is a dress!"

"No this is a regulation class A Governor's Starforce Space Navy uniform approved for Male Heredshe personnel. A dress is for women, and the chest is broad and flat like yours. Now get dressed."

"What about these shoes," I said holding up the three inch stilettos.

"Dramatic licence," smiled Mandy, "makes you legs look good."

"No panties," I sighed looking through the box. "What if I'm not the guy?"

"She'll break your jaw and leave," sighed Mandy, "don't worry you have medical coverage."

Nylons, with seams, check, garter-belt secure, shoes, click! Rats; the shoes were bondage shoes once on I can't take them off. The dress had to be zipped up the back by Mandy. I blushed as I looked in the mirror; the dress barely covered my crotch and only half my ass. It then put a bib on me and applied make-up. Nothing too feminine, but my eyes looked like Michael Jackson. After that sailor hat on and it lead me to the door.

In the hall I met what was left of the Earth Courtesans and a few others. Even the Princess I spanked into accepting her bondage was there. Her skin faded three shades which was a Middle Kingdom version of extreme blushing and humiliation. All of us wore the same revealing dresses and only one other male Earthman.

"Mister United Kingdom," I smiled as we shook hands.

"Well at least I'm not the only one in a dress," he laughed. "The panties they gave me are held on with Velcro I got the feeling they will not be on for very long."

"Luck you," I said lifting my skirt and showing off the glass chastity belt, "only Admiral's Speedwells fingerprints will open this." The others crowed to get a better look.

"It makes your cock look bigger," said one girl from Earth with olive coloured skin.

"If you thing that's bad, look at the back," I laughed, "when we turn to spank our bums while singing Away, Away, people in the back row will be able to see my asshole."

"Alright Ladies move along," ordered Mike who was also dressed like the rest of us but wearing CPO rank, "you don't want to show off welts on your bums do you?"

We were lead to a stage with what we knew the mirrored stage cover was probably double sided windows. Mike and I quickly tried to get organized. At least Mike had a list of what was going to happen.

"In a line, tallest in the middle," said Mike, then to me, "you'll be dead centre."

"We have a song list," I asked.

"Right," he showed me the list. "They definitely want Away, Away, followed by...." We didn't do much from there.

"Balls to your partner, ass against the wall," bellowed the crowed as the mirrors folded away. An Honour Guard, if you want to call it, of Space Marine Officers grabbed me and carried me towards the head table leaving the rest behind. "If you never been fucked on a Saturday Night, you never been fucked at all."

"Mister Jones he was there," they roared as I saw the flick of knives all around me, "what do ya think of that!" Knives flashed and I was naked except my shoes, glass chastity belt, and collar. "They put him on the table," I was slammed on the table, and they kept singing, "to watch him master-bait!"

Admiral Speedwell stood over me as she grabbed the belt by the hips and pulled it apart and off of me. They were singing, yelling, and she dropped on me, but did not crush me. She deeply kissed me.

It was the first of many kisses I've had from her. Her breath was sweet, fine even teeth, and her tongue rubbed against mine. I was never so aroused as I was that terrifying moment. One hand firmly played with my cock as she worked down my body. She lifted my right leg and turned my body towards the audience and displayed me. Her fingers played with the crack of my ass while pumping my cock. The crowd grew louder with the song.

"He was amusing himself, by abusing himself, and catching it in his hat! Singing ball to your partner, ass against the wall. If you never been fucked on a Saturday Night, you never been fucked at all."

Then it happened, I had a multiple orgasm. My cum shot out and they men, women, all sorts of races were trying to catch my cum with their hats. I felt a shock come from my tailbone to up my spine and the room went black. 

________________________________________

I woke up and found myself nude and laying on a very soft four poster bed. My wrist and ankles were shackled to some heavy black steel shackles. I think there was on also on my neck. I couldn't move my arms, but could move my legs. I turned my head and noticed I was in one of the Boom-boom Room's AAA Class Deluxe rooms normally reserved for special customers and Class One Slaves. I did enough research to know that a lowly Class Eight like me might be in some embarrassing position, watching, over a bench or kneeling as a fluffer. I could see Admiral Speedwell and that same tall blond woman who kissed me and staying at the Hendercott a long while ago. They were both in uniform, but the Admiral had her jacket opened.

"I don't understand it," said the Herdercott woman, "over sixty per cent of his DNA is Ancient."

"Well I see somebody is awake," the Admiral smiled as they walked up and looked down at me.

"Are you sure he's the one," the Hendercott woman said. "He is without talent."

"Let's check to make sure," she said. They both took their hats off and looked into my eyes. The Admiral had very beautiful blue eyes and got me aroused. She noticed, "no, I can't reach into his eyes." They put on their uniform caps, "I can understand why they have us wear these. This place is filled with ghost."

"Then just take him and leave," the Hendercott woman said. "You have clearance."

"That would be impolite," smiled Admiral Speedwell as he took off her heavy belt that had a hog leg pistol, ammo pouches, and a laser sword hanging on it. She put them on the night stand. "You can kiss him goodbye."

"I'd rather fuck him," she said as she leaned over me. She was a nice kisser, but her breath stank of cigar smoke and whiskey. "Oh," she smiled at me, "I'm Lieutenant Fanta Heart; Jane and I are, well good friends."

"She's my Lesbian Fuck Buddy," said Jane sitting on the bed and taking off her boots. "If she didn't have to go and run her PT Boat full of dispatches we'd both be fucking you."

"You could have pulled some strings and got me time off," Fanta complained.

"In case you didn't realize it Al," Jane smiled and said in a very familiar term. "We Ancients share our men. Sometimes dominate men share their wives, but until you have more rank than me, once we get married, well; I'll only share you with some very close friends."

"Those that are still alive," said Fanta as she worked down to my nipples.

"Come on," said Jane, "you don't want to be late."

"I'm dying to taste him," she complained as she stroked my cock. Jane gave her a hard slap on the bottom. "Ouch," she complained getting up, "you are definitely getting into this Domme thing."

"I'm definitely enjoying it," said Jane as she took off her pants. "I think I always was a Domme since the moment I first saw him."

"Did you really see me over a hundred years ago," I had to ask. He hand clasped over my mouth.

"Slaves remain quiet unless spoken to," she said to me. "Or do you want to be spanked in the diaper position," she asked as she took a supple leather belt off her trousers. "Kiss it," she said putting the belt to my lips.

"No Mistress," I said kissing the belt. In the diaper position you legs are lifted up and high stretching the skin of your bottom and it will definitely hurt.

"Well I'll leave you two alone," smiled Fanta as she walked away and I head the door close.

"Well now," said Jane as she took off her shirt, "alone at last. And oh, you didn't black out because you had multiple orgasms, I shot you with this." She held up what looked like a battery or pen on a ring. "A simple stunner, I had that finger up your ass. You need an enema too."

"Mistress may a lowly slave take the liberty to ask a question," I asked.

"You may," she smiled as she took off her white sports bra.

"Then why wasn't I allowed to use the Dark Room to have my bottom cleaned out."

"Did you ever notice every time you use one the catheters feel so uncomfortable."

"Yes Mistress," I said, "I thought it was a reminder of my lowly station."

"No," she said as she took off her plain cotton panel panties. "We Ancients have multiple nerve endings. Most of the Dark Rooms, especially the discount one you are assigned to are not calibrated for an Ancient." She dangled her soiled panties over my face, it was humiliating and disgusting. "We'll get back to my panties later," she smiled and tossed them aside. "You should feel nothing, so I was giving you a break, and humiliating you with the diapers." She smiled and straddled over me. "According to your file, you have the video of my sex game."

"Yes Mistress," I smiled, "several times."

"Well," she smiles as she lowered her hot vagina on to my cock and I was engulfed by her. "What I'm going to do to you was not possible by the game mechanics."

She leaned forward and her entire vagina seemed to move. Some women can flex their muscles and the vagina would feel like it is chomping on your penis. Others hop up and down riding your penis like a rocking horse. Her entire vaginal track contracted in multiple rings that went up and down my cock. She stared into my eyes and smiled as I rolled back in joy. I came and came, and came. She shuttered and came too. A few minutes later she rose up and squatted over my face.

"Lick it clean," she smiled down at me. Her blond, neatly trimmed pussy hung dripping with my seamen hovered over my face. It was humiliating, disgusting, and erotic as I submitted to her request. I licked her clean. She leaned against the headboard and shuttered violently. "I can see you emotions on your face and body," she gasped, "I can definitely get into this."

"I don't understand Mistress," I asked, "you are not into BDSM?"

"No," she smiled in a very perky way that was a thrill to see. "I'm still learning. Learning how to do new things that your future husband likes to do is half the fun. And I do want to please you."

"Husband," I gasped, "how can you say that? Maybe I'm just the flavour of the month phase. How do you know it's me?"

"Its fate, destiny, I've seen the future. You can't escape Clairvoyance. It's happening even now. You are falling in love with me." She touched some control and my arms were released. "Off the bed," she instructed, "bend over the spanking post." She picked up a rattan cane. "Oh we have lots of these growing back home. Maybe I'll order you to harvest some while we are there."

"Look no offence Admiral," I said not wishing to bend over the post especially under an armature Domme. "But you could hurt somebody with that thing."

"Mandy said you spoke Earth English earlier today," she snapped. "Now bend over that post or I'll have Mandy bend and hold you there." Mandy moved away from the shadows it was standing in.

"You've gone from six to twelve," Mandy advised. "Any more arguments and former Admiral Speedwell will give you eighteen."

"Shouldn't I be giving him eighteen for not calling me by my proper rank," Jane asked Mandy. Meanwhile I quickly bent over the spanking post and trembled.

"He doesn't know you're a Major now Mistress," said Mandy. "So what do you say slave."

"Mistress Major Speedwell," I said, "pl-please punish this Miserable slave with twelve of the best for using bad language."

"Better," commented Mandy. I felt the cane tap against my naked bottom. I glanced up and notice the dresser mirror. Mandy was using a laser pointer marking where each can welt should go. "Just a minute," it snapped. Robot hands can be so hard as it smacked my bottom. "I suggest twenty hand slaps for peeking."

To say the least it was a rather difficult half hour as I went from six of the best to twenty hand slaps and then twelve with the cane. Jane might have been new at BDSM but she was a very fast learner. She made the punishment hard and not playful to get the message home. Quite frankly it was a pretty terrifying experience. The use of the cane is also known as Edge Play.




Slave Immigrant Ch. 11



The school cane and do some pretty bad damage lacerations, bleeding, and even infections as some disciplinarians soaked the cane in some nasty substances. In another life a Mistress, who felt she was rather experienced used a cane on me. You would think such a narrow weapon on my rather large bottom would be an easy target. She hit me on the balls, and well, that ended what would have been a nice afternoon. So I guess I should thank whoever programmed Mandy since it was using a laser targeted system of assisting Jane in punishing me. No matter what I had to learn not to talk in Earth English, and for some reason I kept making mistakes. Or as my former Wife would say, 'it's the best way of getting through to you. 

Major Speedwell, well Jane then gave me an enema that again was pretty hard. If she knew my rectal tract was so sensitive, why use such a humiliating enema unit. It was not a long smooth head, or one of those butt-plug nozzles, it was shaped like a long circumcised penis made of machine steel. It even hand a slotted end like a human penis. She told me since humiliation was both agony and ecstasy to me, even an enema should have its own drama. And since I was no virgin to an enema she added her own erotic touch to it. So I had to ask the question.

"Mistress may a lowly slave ask a question."

"Yes," she said and I was kneeling on the floor of the late period bathroom over a drain, with my ass high and nose to the cold floor.

"Where did you find this," I searched for the words, "humiliating enema nozzle. Did you purchase it on Draco?"

"No I bought some special cotton products there," she smiled as she touched the welts she laid on my ass. "I gave the Chief Engineer of my last ship, The Deep Space Queen the assignment. They modeled the penis after Petty Officer Shubert, who had the largest erect penis in the Engineering Department. It was a horrible thing to do to you love, but it kept them busy rather than worry about the coming battle. The crew gave my flagship a nick name, did you know that?"

"I suspect the news is censored," I grunted as warm water filled my bowels. "All we ever heard was that the crews were in high spirits."

"They should be," she smiled, "they were all wondering what kind of man could satisfy me." She reached under me and rubbed my belly. "No they called the ship the Space Bitch. You have to be touch on a space ship. People don't do their job, or can't work together, well problems. Now the boys asked me to settle a bet, do you want to know what it is?"

"Ahh," I quickly tried to find an answer, "what would a lowly slave like me want to know about my Mistress/Owner's mundane life?"

"Oh how very tactful," she chuckled. "No they just wanted to know if you can hold an enema after having Big John Shubert's dick up your ass." I could feel her hand grasping the steel penis at the base between my sore bottom cheeks. "I assured them that an experienced Courtesan like you has probably had many a Symore Followers and Heredshe penis up his ass. I will remove this slowly like any man would out of your fuck hole, and you will not spill a drop. We don't need to repeat ourselves do we?"  

"Oh no Mistress," I gasped. What worried me more was just how much of the punishment will be re-done. The spanking, the cane, or; just being violated with a foot long steel dick up my ass for an enema nozzle? I concentrated on whatever muscles I had back there as she slowly removed the nozzle. 

"Now stand up over the drain," she told me. "I don't want any accidents for Mandy to clean up. You may find yourself on the receiving end of some punishment in a week or two for being so messy. Robots are like that, they don't forget anything, they will add up the punishments and do that. Oh, and keep your hands at your sides."

"Forgive me Mistress," I had to object, "but Mandy is an Android it has ten times the programming capacity of a Robot. I know this because,..." She clamped her hand over my mouth and gave me a stern look. She definitely knew how to give, the look. I mean maybe it's the military training that does that. You get that look and you know there is a boiling cauldron of violence that will rain on you if you don't pay attention. She sat on the edge of a Victorian style tub and watched me.

I hated being ordered to keep my hands at my sides. They were only inches away from my very swollen and sore ass. I kept flexing my fingers and wishing I could just give my butt a nice massage, but she was right there, just three feet away from me. Naked except for that darn uniform peaked cap. She was so beautiful, such blue eyes, pale blond hair, healthy golden skin. She was a classic California Girl the Beach Boys would sing about, except wearing a cap, almost like a cop or something.

"Now go sit on the toilet," she eventually told me.

"Sit," I panicked, "forgive me Mistress. Don't you want me to squat over a bucket and have a humiliating shit on your command?"

"No," she said taking my erect penis and pushing me backwards towards an old styled toilet and sitting me down. "I want you sitting while expelling your enema." She then sat on my thighs facing me, my penis barely touching her soft vagina. "Your ass is already healing itself," she whispered into my ear as he pulled herself closer to me. I felt my penis slowly enter her. "You will not bust a blood vessel or damage yourself too much further. I just want to fuck you this way. As a matter of fact, I just may have to spank you every time I want to mount you. And you know you need a spanking or two, at least once a day."

"Yes Mistress," I gasped between the agony and ecstasy. "May I hold you?"

"You didn't say please, or call me Mistress, or deface yourself." She purred into my ear and felt the tension in my body. "You are going to love me and be my husband. Just remember, a Heredshe husband would not dare to say finger his wife's asshole." She just kissed me full on the mouth as I held her close and flexed my ass and pushed my cock further into her. "I love this, and doing to you what you want. And that includes spanking you." The water and shit ran out of my ass as we made love on a toilet.

She didn't even mind humiliating me more by bending me over her knee and wiping my ass. I knew lots of Mistresses who would balk at the nearest words of Bathroom or enemas. Or the many are sticklers about cleaning a bathroom, even making me lick the toilet seat clean. But Jane gave a running commentary of what the crack of my ass looked like and my poor puckered asshole and how it has been sodomized. She giggled because she intended to sodomize me again.

"Sodomize," I gasped as she lead me back into the bedroom.

"It will not be as bad as the enema itself," she smiled. "But I did buy some moulding equipment and I will need your permission to make a cast of your penis. We can have the legal papers all done by the time we leave the Free Skyes System. You see I want to make some copies of your perfect penis that I can use to masturbate with while we are away from each other."

She led me back into the bedroom and made me kneel before her as she showed me her strap-on harness. It was beautiful workmanship not some common black straps riveted together this was workmanship. She had a friend, fuck-buddy, who worked leather as a hobby for her make it. It was made of brown leather with decorative engraving on every centimetre of its length. The waist belt was well decorated and had a wide crotch strap where she might snap a butt-plug for herself into it.

"I know why put yourself through the discomfort of a butt-plug," she continued. "But even an Ancient like me enjoys having a little anal invasion. I will definitely have the copy of you penis here, from now on any fuck-buddy I meet will know I'm yours. I might even make them kiss it before I put it on and fuck them. Why is your mouth so wide open."

"I'm," fuck what am I doing, "I just can't believe you intend to marry me Mistress." She put two fingers into my mouth to shut me up.

"You don't understand clairvoyance," she smiled, "you can't escape fate. You know that, we'll all die someday, we all have to pay taxes. Well as a clairvoyant I can see the future as plain as day. You will marry me, and Prince Otto will perform the ceremony, reluctantly. Our families want us to marry, but that will not be until you are long dead. I'll be in morning for a very long time. Our kids will have to convince me to move on. And you always thinking of money, oh honey, if anything happens to us Otto can take care of them." She smiled and took her fingers out. Without thinking I sucked on them as they went out. She took a glass of water from the side-board and gave it to me.

"Here drink," she continued, "you must be thirsty. As I was saying I will have three copies of your cock on this belt. One up my ass, my cunt and one a little higher here so that I can give a maximum thrust and pounding on my fuck-buddies. By the way you will not be shaving your balls the entire time. I'll photograph your stubbly balls so that my fuck-buddies will have a beard burn on their asses and think of you too. I did the best I could from photographs and videos to measure your cock. Now lie on your back."

"Forgive me Mistress," I said as I moved on the bed. "But you don't have to talk so much."

"I know," she smiled, "but I can't go into your head and communicate properly." She took a sip of water. "So we'll do the best we can with this form of speech. Notice I respect you so much I will not make you kiss the cock. I've seen enough Earth videos, Men in Pain, nice stuff. Besides I know you enjoy being on the receiving end of anal sex. Nice long thrust till you cum. And I can make you cum on and on."

And she did. All the while looking into my face and trying to explain she had seen me in dreams over and over fucking me up the ass. As I came over and over I felt my toes were about to touch the ceiling. We drifted off into a sex induced slumber.

Now what happened next? You will not believe it...



Slave Immigrant Ch. 12



After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. I guess Human Recourses figured me out pretty good. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websites were tracked alright, but not by Homeland Security. I was a 24/7 Bonded Sex Slave with a 5 million credit debt to pay off. Worse still I didn't have any say on how or what I would be doing, I wasn't a citizen. After taking a Citizenship Test all that changed.

So we last left off my stalker, Major Jane Speedwell of the Space Commandos claims she's had a vision over a hundred years ago that I would become her first husband. She retired with the rank of Space Admiral, gave up her fleet and has become a commando. So there I am in a thousand credits a night, triple A hotel room; which can if you want have up to six Class One Courtesans, and a lowly Class Eight like me as a whipping boy/fluffer. But no, I was the main star as only Jane and I relaxed in a very soft, very big, four poster bed. She was so tired from fucking me up the ass she didn't even take off her strap-on harness which from where I lay must have cost a hundred credits in it alone. (Do the math, one credit, ten buck US, $1000 strap-on harness.)

I had been well beaten, well fucked, and actually ready to do it all over again. More than that at least Jane was able to tell me why I was not a pain or sex freak, I was like her, or part like her, an Ancient. Ancients were an older race of superior humans who did not die off during the Big Bang, but were merely hiding. What still confused both of us, how was the company able to bond my Earth Human DNA to Ancient DNA? It didn't matter much at that moment. All I wanted to do was to get out of the hands of a woman who was, well quite frankly as mad as a Hatter.

"Ready to go," she asked me as she sat up.

"As you wish Mistress," I said turning towards her, "do you want me in a different position." I turned over and offered my asshole in the Bitch Position ready to get fucked again.

"No," she said as she pulled on her bra. "We're leaving this place. There are too many ghosts in here. Mandy did you lay out my new uniform."

"Yes Major," said the ever efficient Mandy the Room Android. "Did you want me to lay out some travel clothes for Mister Jones? I could go to his room and fetch some."

"No I brought some travel clothes for him," said Jane as she grimaced and removed the plugs from her ass and cunt. "Pick him up and put him on that adult diaper changing table."

"Adult diaper changing table," I echoed, "Mistress please I don't need to.."

"You heard the lady," said Mandy grabbing me by the ear and half dragged half goose stepped spank me to sheer humiliation. It was a diaper changing table alright complete with a pile of adult sized glow-in-the-dark diapers with I belong to Jane Speedwell written across the ass.

"Do I need to use this," said Mandy as its hand grew into the size of a heavy paddle.

"No Mandy," I said submissively.

"Good boy-toy," it said to me as it picked me up and I was laid back on the padded table. It lifted my ankles and put them in stirrups. I felt so totally exposed and naked as Mandy turned on a lamp and examined me. "Major Jane," it called to her. "His body hair is starting to grow back in, do you want a chemical peel, he will not feel the removal." 

"No," she laughed, "in all my dreams I never saw him with body hair except for his balls, which I like to shave. I want to see him with some on. The Boom-boom Room can clean him up when I give him back."

"Behave yourself," Mandy warned and went back to packing.

"Well look at you," Jane smiled down at me ten minutes later. She had changed into a class A commando uniform with in an odd sense made her look like a Nazi from Central Casting. "Do you know what this is," she asked holding up a small brown object.

"A chocolate covered nut," I guessed.

"No talent at all," she laughed and used some sort of probe that she put it on and put it up my ass. "This will cause you some trauma, which as a Clairvoyant you would sense what it is for. Discomfort."

"Then why do that to me," I begged.

"Because you want me to torture and humiliate you. It's a suppository that will absorb in your body with your own waters, and any crap. It will fill you, and eventually because you are in diaper bondage, crap your diaper with. It is especially formulated for Ancients; you will get a very uncomfortable diaper rash."

"Oh, but why make something like that?"

"I know a few Ancients, who have a diaper fetish from one extent to another. For you it's the humiliation." She then put the diaper on me and snapped a clear plastic pant over it. "With the layer of plastic I understand you can get pretty uncomfortable with the body heat and sweat. So let's go." It was night out and I could see a hover-limo waiting on a platform that doubled for a balcony.

"Wait a minute where are we going please Mistress."

"I'm taking you to Vacation Planet 228, land of the Ancients. If I want to marry you I need my parents' permission. Now take my hand I will not let the wind blow you off the platform."

"Wait," I panicked pulling away, "you can't take me to see your parent wearing only a diaper, what would they think? Please let me go to my room and at least pack a suit. And my credit ring, I'll probably have to have a drink with your father, I'd look really bad if I don't pay for it."

"I'll get you something there," she said reaching for me.

"No please," I half cried dodging away and avoiding Mandy too.

"Oh alright," surrendered Jane, "let's go to his room."

"Please be quiet in the halls," advised Mandy, "it's 3AM and almost all the hotel is asleep."

"Spooky," murmured Jane as she adjusted her hat and we walked through the darkened hallway. Even the elevator seemed somewhat subdued. "Did I explain my hat to you," she asked me.

"Something to do with your powers," I said.

"Right," she agreed, "but it can't block Clairvoyance, that comes from everywhere and even these things can't block it out. As you get better at Clairvoyance, well it comes to you more often. For example on the floor outside this door there is a platform with a broken Android standing beside it."

"Broken," I chucked, the door opened and there was Prince Johnass Fracisco von Studdlebock of the Middle Kingdom's platform, it was empty and the android was lying on the floor.

"Prince Johnass has escaped," gasped Mandy. "AA-," it half wailed and then fell to the floor.

"I hope I didn't break it," said Jane as she adjusted a small pistol. "Help me drag it out of the elevator."

"But the Prince has escaped," I whispered not wanting to be stunned, "we should sound the alarm."

"We will but my way," she snapped and no longer seemed crazy. My stomach churner as I tried to tighten my asshole as I helped her move the inert heavy android. She led me to my room, "your room right?"

"Yes Major," I whispered and thumbed the door lock. After we got Mandy in I went for the light switch.

"Leave them off," she ordered as she fumbled with her communicator, "we're supposed to be leaving from my room. Hello, the cat is out of the cage, the cat is out of the cage."

"Jane I thought you were running off with you new man," said a voice on the phone.

"Wake da fuck up Otto, Prince Johnass Fracisco von Studdlebock of the Middle Kingdom has escaped. I need a warrant and some back-up now!"

"No problem I have two of my best people already in the complex. Do you have a computer with a printer?"

"How should I know, I'm in a smelly class D slave's room."

"Hey I cleaned this place," I snapped.

"Bend over the spanking horse and shut up," she snapped at me, "or I'll peel the skin off your ass." I bent over the spanking horse and kept my mouth shut.

"Is that Jones," said the voice, "all slave rooms have a computer and printer, I insisted on that rule."

"Yes sir I do," I said still bent over. "Permission to rise and fetch them Major."

"Get em fast," she ordered sitting on the couch and tossing her hat aside.

"Is he like you saw him," asked the voice.

"Yes and no," she said in a friendly manner, "he's younger than when I marry him. He's almost immature."

"That's because he's a very new slave," said the voice.

"Here you are Major," I said laying my lap-top and printer on the table.

"I guess you have some uses after all," she grumbled. "Get us some bottled water."

"You don't have to be rude," said the voice.

"I don't have time when it's this dangerous," she said fiddling with the laptop. "How's this."

"Fine," said the voice. With my lap-top opened the voice was that of Governor Prince Otto.

"Prince Otto," I gasped snapping to attention. "It is an honour to sever your Excellency."

"Leave the water and go bend over the horse," Jane said taking a bottle. I sighed and moved towards the horse.

"Nonsense let him stay," said Otto, "I can see he has military training, maybe he can help."

"Anybody call for back-up," said a masked man and feline as they entered my apartment. The two were dressed in black para-military clothing and armed with a variety of weapons.

"Jane, Pontiac," said Otto, "meet my operatives inside the Boom-boom Room; Anthony Del Torro, and Lady Fantomyia. Both of them have talent."

"Any idea when Prince Johnass Fracisco von Studdlebock escaped," asked Lady Fantomyia.

"I hardly recognized you with clothes on," I said to Lady Fantomyia.

"Don't be so familiar with her slave," said Anthony, "you are not even worthy to change her litter-box."

"Can it Anthony," said Jane, "he's my property."

"Put the Sex Talk on the shelf," ordered Otto. "Any idea how the Prince escaped?"

"The director, JT," I said, "he has to know what's going on. In fact I suspect he was using the Prince as his private Clairvoyant. The company is doing very well without an official clairvoyant while all the others have having a terrible time. My guess is he's letting the Prince out of the cage and play for information."

"So being up at this hour would be when the Prince would play," concluded Jane. Then to the others, "he's more than just a pretty face."

"Other pretty things too," purred Lady Fantomyia.

"Only a crazy man would dare let a psychopath like Prince Johnass Fracisco von Studdlebock out of his cage. So, who's got the Clairvoyance to know where he is?" The room went silent.

"I got an idea," I finally said. "Where's JT?"

"He's in his office," said Anthony checking his mini-computer. "There is also another person in there, readings look like an Earth Bonded Slave is with him."

"Can you tell the difference from say me and Jane here," I asked.

"Easy," he said checking his computer. He slapped the side of his machine, "funny, sensors say two Earth Humans in here."

"Okay go to his office and arrest them both," said Otto. The printer clattered away, "I'll be there in ten minutes."

"We've never been to the main office," said Anthony, "I guess Diaper-boy here can be our guide."

"You better find the rest of the elevators to the top level," I told them. "If JT gets a hint what's going on, he'll order every Android to attack us and cover their escape from the top landing platform. Maybe I can distract him while you guys cover his escape routes."

"Good idea," said Otto, "I'm sending a message to the Interplanetary Police; all air traffic will be shut down in five minutes. Jane you cover the front elevator, Anthony the service elevator, place should have one, and Lady rig a wide area Android disrupter. Al, go in there and arrest them. An Ex-Provo like you will be able to do that. Now move it."

"Wait a sec," I said as they all moved off. "What am I going to do? All I have on is a pair of diapers." Anthony and Lady disappeared like two people using a transporter. "You guys have Transporters?"

"No," said Jane grabbing me by the crotch and moving me into the hall. "Their talent is that they can teleport themselves. She's going to find parts to build an area Android disrupter. Anthony is looking for the service elevator. He came here posing as the Naughty Tech's Bank Flack. He's horribly in love with the Lady and jealous because she's interested in you."

"Okay," I said calming down as we headed into the elevator. "Can I borrow your hog-leg?"

"This is a gift from a friend," she gave me the heavy pistol.

"Six shot," I said looking it over, "44 Peacemaker?" I check the action, it was fully loaded with some odd-looking rounds but it seemed okay.

"The ammunition is too difficult to get," she said popping out a speed loader. "These are ten millimetre Teflon coated depleted uranium rounds." She reached around me and slipped the heavy speed loader between my bum-cheeks. I gasped, the darn thing was ice cold between my swollen sore ass.

"What da fuck," I gasped trying to move it off my skin.

"Besides reading minds, clairvoyance, seeing ghost, I can also do things to elements. I just made it a little cold. Don't worry I will not tamper the pistol. You're re-load will get warm soon." Her eyes flutters, "just don't kill them."

"What do you mean," I said as I stepped into the executive elevator.

"I don't want to lose you," she said moving close to me. "I just don't want to lose you to being sent to prison. No matter what they say or do, don't kill them."

The elevator door closed and I felt the two G push of the acceleration to the Director's Office. The office was dark; the only pool of light came from the main desk. I could smell the Cuban cigars they were both smoking. Off to the left was the landing platform where a hover limo waited.

"Who da hell is over there," demanded JT. I ducked down. "No toying around or I'll have you fired!"

"Oh hi," I said popping up and moving towards them. "Hey look the Admiral and I are playing hide-and-go-seek, and I hide here?"

"Sure," said Prince Johnass from the shadows. He stepped into the light. He was wearing a grey suit, smoking a Cuban cigar and wearing a gigolo ring.

"Nice ring," I said, "you going to be a gigolo too Prince?"

"Actually it's yours," laughed the Prince.

"Don't tell him what you are going to do," snapped JT. "Are you mad or something just kill him."

"Why would you two want to kill me," I had to ask.

"Haven't you noticed that all the male slaves have the same build as me," asked the Prince.

"Look we don't need to discuss this, the room is wired for sight and sound," warned JT.

"But I want to enjoy this," said the Prince, "I ask so little, and you can easily doctor the security tapes. After killing and burning Prince Johnass Fracisco von Studdlebock of the Middle Kingdom's body the fugitive Pontiac Jones escapes." In a sudden move he tossed the cigar aside leaped into a wild martial arts move and summer-saluted towards me. I ducked as fast as I could as he sailed over me, two more summer-salutes and landed.

"He's got a gun," panicked JT as he ducked behind his desk and opened his lap-top. I snap fired my pistol and clipped the screen of the machine. "You bastard," cursed JT, "this is a tailor made computer/desk it controls the whole complex."

"Oh," laughed the Prince, "and I tell him everything." I stood up grabbed the pistol with both hands, aimed, and fired. The desk had multiple sparks and small explosions. The lights to the complex flickered.

"Don't make it hard on yourself," I told the Prince turning to him. "Put your hands on your head."

"Never," he screamed, "kill me before I kill you." He made a few wild moves then lept at me. I took aim and fired as he crumpled and rolled to my feet. "Agggg," he screamed. "You shot my balls off." For the first time I saw him crying, no matter how many punches, kicks, beating, he would only grunt it off. He groped the bloody mess in his trousers. "I can't find my cock, feel my legs."

"Cock, balls, broken pelvis," I said turning away and looking for JT. "They will grow back."

"You bastard," the Prince screamed, "how can you kill your own father. Half of me is in you."

"The better half," I mumbled, "JT I have an arrest warrant for you."

"Security to main office," he called into his cell phone. "All androids kill Pontiac Jones. Sorry my boy I have to run." He danced away and I shot him in the knee-cap. "Otto kill him," he screamed in pain.

"With pleasure," said the newly repaired Otto as it stepped out from the shadows and moved towards me.

"Asshole," I cursed taking aim and fired one round through Otto's chest. The android crumpled and fell. The back service elevator opened and three android wearing black light battle armour and closed visors.

"Nice try Mister Jones," said JT as he limped towards the landing pad. "You only have one bullet left and three Androids to kill. What are you going to do now?"

"Make sure you don't leave," I said and shot at the hover-limo. The windows shattered, and it was a very big window. There was a whoosh of air as the outside air threatened to shake the office. Automatic shutters closed to protect the office from further destruction. The hover-limo moved off. 

"Well it doesn't matter," said JT as he picked up a heavy steel cane. "Androids hold him down while I split his head open."

I popped open the pistol and dropped the empty cartridges. I reached into my diaper and pulled out a speed-loader covered in ...shit. Somewhere along the line of action I crapped my pants. I tried to load the pistol when a hand touched my shoulder. Looking up I noticed the Android was armed with a laser-sword.

"Don't mess with my future husband," snapped Jane as she opened her visor.

"And since when do Android have tails," I added nodding to Lady Fantoymia.

"Fine," cursed JT, as he slumped to the floor. "I'll sue you for use of excessive force." Anthony bent over him and began applying first aid.

"Oh is he brave," cursed the Prince. "Let me crawl over there and beat him with what's left of my dick."

"What about the other androids," I asked.

"The Boom-boom Room is notorious for cutting corners," explained Lady Fantoymia. "None of the androids have the most basic of military grade defences."

"You mean you can't even send up a medical android to fix me," cursed the Prince.

"You already stopped bleeding," said Jane. Then to me, "don't you dare put those dirty rounds into my revolver."

"Yes Mistress," I said. "Is there anything else I can do?"

"Yea," said Anthony, "go to JT's desk and fetch us some cigars, and some fine liquor."

"And go change your diapers," added Lady Fantoymia wrinkling her nose.

"I don't think JT keeps any diapers over here," I said as I head towards the office.

"Then just get them off and serve us naked," said Jane.

"I like looking at his cock," said Lady Fantoymia.

"I like his ass," added Jane.

"He's got a small dick and fat ass," complained Anthony.

Meanwhile even though he did not have the use of his legs Prince Johnass desperately crawled on his elbows towards the nearest elevator. The doors opened as a pair of slightly scuffed boots stood inches from his face. He licked the boot toe and tried to polish it with the cuff of his coat.

"Nice to see you nephew," he said.

"Prince Johnass Fracisco von Studdlebock of the Middle Kingdom," stormed the owner of the boots. "I arrest you for escape and other crimes not specified."

"Love you too Prince Otto," grumbled the fallen Prince.

"Did I miss the party," asked Prince Otto as his guards applied first aid to Prince Johnass.

"Afraid so," said Jane as she picked up a glass of liquor off the silver tray of goodies I managed to find.

"Nice cigars," said Antony. "You didn't dip them in the liquor," he accused me. "Fantoymia is that a nice place to hang your cap?" Everybody looked down and noticed she had hung her cap on my rising cock which was getting very stiff.




Slave Immigrant Ch. 12



"Well it did seem rude," she smiled reaching under her cap and playing with my balls.

"Fantoymia he's my toy," snapped Jane who was now all smiles, "you have to ask permission."

"Can I play with him," she asked coyly.

"No," snapped Jane, "put your hat on."

"Don't drop that tray boy-toy," said Prince Otto, "first let me taste the liquor and cigars."

Several hands reached across the tray picking up cigars and glasses of liquor until there was only once cigar left. Suddenly it floated in the air twirled in front of my face and then rammed itself into my mouth. The end ignited and I started puffing.

"Nice job kid," said Prince Otto as a flame roared off his thumb and he lite his cigar.

"You can drop the tray," said Anthony, "we're in the Free Zone who cares if you are naked." Then with a raised eyebrow, "unless being nude is humiliating to you."

"I guess not," I said putting the tray aside. "Sir," I said to Prince Otto, "permission to retrieve my private property?"

"Sure," said Otto who nodded to Jane as they talked mentally to each other.

"Excuse me noble sirs," I said to the paramedics who were looking over Prince Johnass. I grabbed his hand and ripped off my ring and checking the pockets to my suit. Inside an inner pocket I found my butt-plug. "You bastard," I cursed at him.

"Hey the gem is worth twelve hundred on the open market," he cursed back at me. "And my mother was a noble lady."

"Did you want your suit back sir," asked the Paramedic. 

"Heck no," I said, "hang him in his next cage wearing the suit with the crotch blown out." We all had a good laugh as a gage was shoved into the Prince's mouth.

"Well," I asked Jane as I got back to her, "what's next? Four hours of paperwork explaining the shooting?"

"Why," said Jane, "everything is recorded by multiple cameras. We're very good at cutting red-tape. We're looking at an hour's work, you do know how to use a computer right," she smiled as a Crime-tech handed her a couple military issue lap-tops. She pointed to one of the office's general desks as she sat down and quickly began working.

The chair she pointed to was one of those cold wrote iron metal chairs that decorate offices but one rarely sits in. Unless you're a 24/7 slave with a naked rear-end like me who's owners just love to find. I uncomfortably sat down and opened the computer. The top carried the Logo: Office of the Planetary Governor of Free Skyes, Secret Report. Place thumb of dexter hand on pad for identification then enter codename.

"Do I have a codename," I asked Jane.

"Yea," said Anthony, "the moment you begged to join you were designated; Diaper-boy."

"Diaper-boy."

"Yea," said Jane.

"Stop wasting time," said Prince Otto as he moved about the office checking with the Crime-Techs, "just answer the questions; Diaper-boy."

"Diaper-boy," I sighed thumbing the scanner. I didn't have any pockets so I put the metal butt-plug on the desk.

"What's that," Jane pointed to my butt-plug.

"A gift from a friend," I smiled, "you know."

"I know," she smiled, "now bend over the desk and I'll put it away."

"Yes agent," I looked over at her computer, "double D." Uncomfortable as it was, that hunk of metal with the red meteor diamond was slowly rising in price.

The report was a standard novice report form that level one agents used when they were drafted into the service. The Office of the Planetary Governor had the power to draft anybody into the service for an unspecified time especially in a time of war. Everybody complained about the War and unlike other governments the Coalition would calmly meet such arguments head on and not hide behind secrecy. Which in some cases if people really wanted to know what happened that evening; they would find a file noting Special Agent Director Double D, Special Agent Naughty Puss, Special Agent Fuck-toy and Probationary Special Agent Diaper-boy were involved in the operation to arrest an escaped prisoner and his accomplice.

"Fuck-toy," I quietly asked Jane nodding towards Anthony.

"He went deep undercover," she quietly whispered to me. "On several occasions he works as a Sex-a-terry at various corporations. You didn't think he got those pretty looks by accident." I watched Antony move about the crime scene of the office in a professional manor. Those well sculpted shoulders, flat stomach, and round spank-able ass.

"Oh yea," I whispered back, "I can see that."

"Are you checking me out," Anthony said to me as with a rush of air he teleported to standing behind me and looking over his shoulder.

"No Special Agent Fuck—" I could have said more but he pinched hard on my left ear while speaking quietly into my right ear.

"I'm watching you Probey. And more importantly I have the expense account to rent you for special instructions."

"Yes Special Agent, thank you Special Agent for you wise instructions."

"Stop pissing around both of you," snapped Special Agent Director Double D. "Or I'll get to the seat of both of your problems."

"May I speak to Probationary Special Agent Diaper-boy," Special Agent Naughty Puss asked the Director.

"Make it quick," she said, "I want to miss morning traffic."

"Diaper-boy," she asked me as she crouched beside me and touched my inner thigh. "Did you have any "special attachments" to the Android known as Mandy?"

"Gee," I stopped to think, "it was a good teacher, I mean as an Earthman I am so lazy it worked me into shape. And that accent, but," I chuckled.

"Check your credit ring," she said, "can you forward me say, five thousand credits? Consider it an investment."

"You," Anthony snapped, "you like him. How can you, he's, ....got a small package."

"Why don't you go find some office supplies marked disposable," she said to him calmly. "And we'll discuss this when we get home." The two exchanged looks and I could see Anthony give in to her.

"What did you think of the Otto unit," she asked me.

"Oh," I cringed, "it was tough on me, but when doing the sex acts, it was almost like being with a real person."

"What did you think of its special feeding technique," she smiled.

"Humiliating."

"Good, The Otto unit's power and central processing core has been destroyed. It would cost more to buy replacement parts than to just purchase a Mark Thirteen. When I did a hard de-activation of the Mandy unit its power units died. The hall unit is a Mark Eleven, broken central processer. Are you following my logic?"

"You are going to buy them as junk, swap parts to make one really good android?"

"Exactly," she nodded and left me with a swish of her tail.

I wondered what kind of profit my five thousand investments would make me. I obediently followed out of the office and down to the central level. Central was where general elevators met up with the one public elevator that went to the Director's level.

"Major Speedwell," said Mike who was now wearing a fashionable suit. "A word please."

"Yes," she nodded politely as she adjusted her cap.

"The Management of the Boom-boom Room greatly apologies for last night's disturbance."

"That's quite alright," she nodded. "Now if you don't mind I'm talking my toy for a little trip and need some diversion. Don't worry I'll have him back at the specified time."

"Thank-you," he continued, "we also extended apologies to the Officers of Assault Fleet 104 whose sleep and entertainment was disturbed by the disturbance; and as always offered compensation."

"Are you offering me compensation?"

"But of course," he checked his pad, "if you wish I can exchange Mister Jones her for our other Earth Male for the whole month you originally asked for."

"How is he with diapers," she said caressing my still swollen, sore, and diaper rashed bottom.

"Alas he has few anal fixations," sighed Mike, "he still blushes with humiliation when it comes to giving oral sex to a woman and hesitated when there is cream involved."

"Oh," she smiled as she openly caressed my rising cock, "too bad. Do you have a cock-leash?" He gave her one and she leashed me at the base of my cock and balls. "Mister Jones here," she smiled, "is worth every credit I paid just for the week."

She led me by the leash to her hover-limo. She stepped inside and pulled me in after her. She had the fly to her trousers opened and pulled my cock into her while news camera hovered outside as the door closed. I had no idea where we went from there, but when she stepped out of the limo leading my by the leash we spotted the Priscilla, Prince Otto's private starship.

The ship was, massive, how could they call it a yacht? Large atmospheric ram jet engines on the wings, smooth curving lines made for speed inside an atmosphere. The ship was bright pink in color, and had two decks. A large cargo bay was opened giving enough room to fit at least two buses. Two men and a blond woman wearing dirty coveralls came out to meet us.

"Well I'll be," smiled the leader, "little Jane Speedwell has actually taken some time off work."

"And a Commando Major," said the second. "You get busted or something?"

"Looks like she picked up some nice luggage," smiled the woman moving closer to me. "Hi honey," she appraised me like I was the main course on a dinner pallet and she hasn't eaten for a week.

"Bill," she pointed to the leader. "Soupy," she nodded to the second. "And Laura here, my favorite fuck-buddies." The three gave a group hug, me included, at least two hands fondled my bottom.

"This is Al, my sex-toy," she smiled as they broke up. "Listen up Al," she spoke to me finally. "I share with my fuck-buddies, that means you're their toy when I'm not playing with you. If one of them has to spank you, I'll use a belt. If one uses a belt on you, you get a whipping."

"Who caned him," asked Bill as the three of them bent me over and examined the lines on my ass.

"I did," said Jane smugly.

"Really," said Bill. I couldn't turn around but I had the feeling he was giving her the look.

"Okay the room android helped me by pointing a target laser on him."

"Oh that was a fast confession," said Soupy.

"So who is he," asked Laura, "does he know his way around a ship?"

"He's cargo," said Jane, "just keep him in clean diapers when you're finished with him and I'll be happy."

"Nice gem," said Soupy as he fingered my butt-plug. "Can I have it?"

"It's his property," said Jane. "And I think it has some significance to it. We'll put it in the ship's safe."

"Well the ship is ready to go," said Bill as he led the group into the cargo bay. "We're waiting for the Pilot/Navigator."

"Well that's my job," said Jane.

"What do we do with cuti-pie," asked Laura who had take over leash duties.

"You get those diapers I sent?"

"Sure."

"Don't forget to use the changing table. Keep his hands tied behind his back. When nobody wants to play with him bend him over the spanking post. And I guess his battle station is the life-pod."

"Why keep his hands tied behind his back?"

"Because," said Jane as she pumped my stiff cock, "we can play with him. But he can't" she let go of me and I found it difficult to keep my hands at my side. All three of the crew looked at me with wicked smiles.



Slave Immigrant Ch. 13



After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. I guess Human Recourses sure had me figured out. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websites were tracked alright, but not by Homeland Security. I was a 24/7 Bonded Sex Slave with a 5 million credit debt to pay off. Worse still I didn't have any say on how or what I would be doing, I wasn't a citizen. After taking a Citizenship Test all that changed.

Major Jane Speedwell has waved to right to have another Earth Male Sex Slave for a month and keep me for one week. She then took me to Prince Otto's private yacht the Pricilla, a hot pink 400 ton speedster outfitted for private functions. Her crew of the ship was small; Bill the Chief Engineer, Soupy the Systems Engineer, and Laura General Starship Tech. Jane herself was the ship's pilot and navigator. Bill and Soupy were both from the Middle Kingdom very dark Africans but with almost blank eyes. Laura was from Free Skyes and had very pale human complexion. Jane on the other hand was from Vacation Planet 228, she was about my height, very blond, and a golden tanned skin.

"Well the ship is ready to go," said Bill as he led the group into the cargo bay. "We're waiting for the Pilot/Navigator."

"Well that's my job," said Jane.

"What do we do with cutie-pie," asked Laura who had take over leash duties.

"You get those diapers I sent?"

"Sure."

"Don't forget to use the changing table. Keep his hands tied behind his back. When nobody wants to play with him bend him over the spanking post. And I guess his battle station is the life-pod."

"Why keep his hands tied behind his back?"

"Because," said Jane as she pumped my stiff cock, "we can play with him. But he can't" she let go of me and I found it difficult to keep my hands at my side. The three crewmen looked at me with wicked smiles.

"Right," said Jane as she loudly slapped me on the bottom, "let's get this show on the road. Laura since you like playing with Al, put a fresh diaper on him and..." she smiled. "Restrain him in the co-pilot's seat; I don't want him touching anything just enjoying the view." Then to Bill, "we're going to Vacation Planet, I need to visit my family can we pick up anything to transport there?"

"How much time in port do we have," he asked.

"Ahh," she sighed, "give me an hour to take a shower. Oh Laura, the toy needs to be bathed too, a little accident."

"Do you want me to bath him," Laura asked as she pulled my hands behind my back.

"Can you guys get along without her," she asked Bill and Soupy.

"Naa," they laughed jokingly.

"Two hour window," said Bill checking. "I'll check with the Independent Cargo lines, you start up the systems."

Walking barefoot through a starship is not what I call recommended travel. The floor gratings are rough on the feet, cold cross-hatched metal floors, synthetic rubber floors, then through a set of doors to some very soft carpeting. I didn't have too much time as I was bent over a spanking post while the two undressed.

"Get that gem out of his ass," Jane ordered Laura. I felt Laura's rough working hands push my cheeks apart and grab the butt-plugs base and pull. After having a small, (yes I'm a virgin,) butt plug up my ass for the past three hours my sphincter muscles had closed tightly on the base and the wide part became difficult.

"Yum," laughed Laura, "what a nice tight asshole."

"Ouch," I whimper, "please Mistress gently please." The plug came out with a loud fart that made the two laugh.

"He's getting a diaper rash," said Laura, "want me to give him an enema and maybe some medication."

"He's part Ancient," laughed Jane as she examined my sore ass. "See the caning I gave him last night is healing fast. Oh naughty boy. He had to ditch the diaper last night. You didn't wipe yourself very well. Make sure that part of him is very clean darling."

"Oh," sighed Laura, "yes Mistress."

"Maybe I should list you as chief diaper changer on the ship's manifest," said Jane as she led me by the ear into the old style bathroom.

"Please Mistress not that," pleaded Laura. "You just can't."

"Laura," said Jane giving her a stern look, "if I can list Soupy as a fluffer, you can be listed as a Purser/Diaper Changer that fast. Why are you putting your hands behind your back," she said to me.

"Keeping them away from temptation Mistress," I said quickly.

"Stand against the wall hands over your head. Consider yourself shackled there. I see you not in that position then you will be shackled with a large post dildo up your ass." She pointed to the side where a flesh colored dildo on an adjustable stand stood.

The bathroom was actually a cargo container that locked on to the master bedroom which was a larger cargo container. Many parts of Middle Kingdom designed ships had interchangeable interiors. The bathroom could have been a dark room style high tech and high efficient system. The style of bathroom Jane preferred was a low tech design, flush toilet, and bidet, sink, shower for two or three, and a Victorian Bathtub to soak in. It strained the ship's water systems as it could use up to one hundred gallons of water an hour. The crew quarters was shared by the three fuck buddies, a small cramped room, and a general purpose bathroom also called a fresher. The fresher, was about the size of a small sink, toilet, show stall you find in one of those discount tailors. My guess there will be lots of traffic using this deluxe bathroom.

There was no curtain between where I was standing and watching Jane and her lesbian fuck-buddy Laura have a slow sensuous shower together. Jane was obviously in charge as she turned Laura around to expose her to me as they soaped and cleaned each other. About a half hour later my arms were tiring, but the thought of being impaled on that fat dildo kept me in place. Finally Laura came out of the shower, removed my cock-leash and lead me into the shower.

As the two soaped me down I was in submissive heaven. Two beautiful naked women touching me and bathing me. Laura made sure the crack of my ass was very clean as the soaped and scrubbed me there three times. I was close to having an orgasm as I was braced against the far wall warm water streaming on me as the two knelt against me. 

"Remember he's mine," Jane hissed at Laura before she sucked me into relief, but still tension as I stood against the wall. They then stood on either side of me. "Check and see if I did a good job in cleaning Laura's asshole," she instructed. I slowly sank to my knees as Laura turned to the wall and pushed her ass out to me. 

For some reason I couldn't help myself but to be a little cheeky as the Brits would say. I reached up, grabbed those beautiful mounds with both hands and pulled them apart making her gasp. I paused to look at her and did notice what were either brown stains or natural skin coloration.

"Ah gee Mistress," I said in a nerdy voice, "its kind' a hard to say. Her asshole, I can't tell if that's brown stains or natural skin color."

"Then stick your tongue out and taste it," Jane ordered.

Well you can imagine the long hard-on I had. I was sure I was looking at a simple skin condition common with most humans. I squeezed my face in began licking and hating the taste of the soap. As my tongue reached her asshole I felt something loose that moved away from her body. It probably was shit, but with all the soap in my mouth I couldn't tell. I pulled my face out and spat.

"Sorry Mistress," I said quickly as I obediently put my face back in. Jane's pushed my face back.

"What did you spit out?"

"I don't know," I answered truthfully, "all that soap something loose and clinging to her skin. I could search the floor of the shower and see if I could find it."

"Laura?"

"I was in the fresher having a bowel movement," she confessed. "When I heard your limo was on the grounds I quickly got out of there. I guess I didn't wipe myself completely."

"Well not I guess a suitable punishment is due," she smiled. "When you change my fuck-toy you will make very sure his bottom is very, very clean. You will lick it clean when you finish washing his bottom down. And I will inspect his bottom from time to time; I better find it clean and fresh smelling with menthol powder." That made me cringe, menthol always left a tingling sensation and almost burning on the asshole. "As for your bad toilet habits there will be a ship wide memo. Al how is your skills as a Sex-a-terry?"

"I have a four out of five general rating," I confessed, "my typing speed is slow Mistress please forgive me, I am trying."

"While Laura and I change into our work clothes you will use the bedroom's computer station to post a general memo. Notice: because of poor toilet habits Purser/Diaper Changer Laura will require inspection of genital every time she used the fresher's on board ship. She will not interfere with required work and will be asking off-duty personnel, including the ship's fuck-toy for a signed inspection report. Any uncleanlyness shall be put on report for review by the ship's Captain. Can you remember that or do I have to spank it into you." 

"Notice," I recited, 'because of poor toilet habits Purser/Diaper Changer Laura will require inspection of genital every time she used the fresher's on board ship. She will not interfere with required work and will be asking off-duty personnel, including the ship's fuck-toy for a signed inspection report. Any uncleanlyness shall be put on report for review by the ship's Captain." I blinked a few times, "holy cow, my memory is getting better."

"Good," she turned to the wall, "now let's see if you can inspect my asshole, with just your tongue, any of that grabby stuff and you will lose use of your hands when eating."

I didn't need to be told that as a submissive I enjoyed giving the kiss of submission. An old expression from the Middle Ages some monk wrote describing the dirty acts a satanic worshiper would do. The fact that Laura who seemed very likeable would make such a mistake made me worry about Mistress Jane. Too bad she couldn't read my mind; I would sink so low as to be her private ass wiper. She turned around as her perfect muff faced me. Before I could push my face in her gently lifted me to my feet and hugged me close.

"Well Laura," she smiles, "go do your first inspection."

"Captain the fuck-toy has a case of diaper rash," she said with disapproval.

"I know," she smile as she held me. "I have some special suppositories and I want you to put one up his ass tonight. Ancients don't get diaper rashes, but this stuff will make him shit and be very uncomfortable. Now start licking."

Maybe it's because I'm a submissive by nature that I don't exactly like having a tongue like my crack. Even in that steaming wet shower a warm wet stubbly tongue felt weird. I actually pulled away pressing my cock against the Captain's pussy. She reached down with one hand and pushed my ass out.

"Accept it," she told me, "or I'll have her do you till you have an orgasm." She then changed her mind and started jacking me off. "Stick your tongue into his asshole," she ordered. Laura tried.

"He's clenching Captain," Laura tattled, "permission to use fingers."

"Permission granted," ordered the Captain, "milk him."

In life there are two ways to do things, pleasant and unpleasant. You can get a pleasant spanking as a warm-up to sex. Or you can get an unpleasant bum beating as a form of punishment. Same thing with milking, unpleasant by having your prostrate massaged. And pleasant, being jacked off, fingered and ass kissed. I started changing my opinion of having my ass kissed that day.

"Wake up fuck-toy," Jane slapped my face, and shoved me towards Laura. "Dry him off, go write that memo," she ordered me.

Laura quickly dried me off and gave my bottom a slap towards the door. The main bedroom was a double A deluxe bedroom and had some interesting appointments. The king size four poster bed also had rings with shackles to bond slaves to. I knew I should quickly get to work and found the room's desk and a comfortable chair next to it. I flipped open the lid/monitor screen and activated it. By pressing my thumb to the sensor pad I felt a slight twinge of pain as a disposable needle took a sample of my blood and DNA checked me in. 

It gave my real name, Boom-boom Room designation, Shipboard Name, Fuck-toy; that made me blush. Then an open box asked if I had any other function. I typed in Sex-a-terry to see what would happen next. The screen changed to a standard secretary forum with a list of function. I pressed on Shipboard Memo and began typing. I was half way into the memo when an alarm sounded on the screen.

WARNING: your typing speed is substandard, please re-start the letter and do it faster or this machine will report your tardiness to the Ship's Captain. 

Or do you like getting the cane Mister Jones?

Things like that made me feel; uncomfortable. I looked about and saw cameras in the room. But nothing unusual seemed to be happening. Calming my nerves I wrote the letter again as fast as I could and waited to see what happened.

"BETTER," said the screen messenger, "maybe you'll just get a light punishment."

I was so confused by the message I didn't notice the Captain and Purser Laura came out of the shower and changed into shipboard uniforms. Purser Laura still wore her rumpled and dirty coveralls while Captain Jane changed into very clean black space-service coveralls. Laura lead me out of the room while Jane took over the desk to do some work. She smiled and seemed happy.

"Where the adult diaper changing table that was sent in here," Laura asked Soupy as she lead me into the cargo-bay.

"I put it in the infirmary," he grunted as he tied down what looked like a car covered in paper-tarps to the floor. "No way am I having smelly diapers in the lounge during breakfast. What's with you," he asked me, "infantilism?"

"No Master," I said quickly, infantilism was a dead no to me. "I accidently mentioned I was curious about diaper bondage. I'm sorry."

"Oh he's sorry," he laughed. "On our last trip I was the Purser/Fluffer. Boy-toy would be a better definition, the Captain had so many of her girl-friends over. Cured my curiosity, I'm staying a Dom, so I can't wait till I can see you Fuck-toy." Laura pulled me out of the bay. "I'll be needing to inspect you too Laura," he called after us.

"What kind of a ship is this," I had to ask as we moved down another corridor.

"Today it's a sex cruise ship," she said to me, "when Prince Otto's cousin is finished with it, it could be a fast trade runner, or just stored away for when he wants to go on a trip. It's a well made ship, it has been refitted several times, once even rebuilt from the frame up as an engineering project. The Pricilla is three hundred years old, and still in good shape." She lead me into the infirmary. "Good use of the space," she commented. "Took out the examining table and put this here." 

The table lowered itself to knee level and she pushed me backwards on to it with my ass on the edge. Magnetic grapplers lifted my legs into the air as the table rose itself to a level she could comfortably work at. Grapplers also pulled my hands over my head as she went to work. Oddly enough even the infirmary had mirrors and reflective surfaces. I could easily see my punished ass.

"Lift your hips so that I can slide this in," she said holding up another day-glow diaper. I complied and she placed it under me. She took a baby-wipe from the dispenser and wiped down my ass balls and cock. "Okay," she told me, "don't even think of lying, if anybody asks you just tell them what I did next." She started licking the crack of my ass and pulled away. "Yuck," she spat, "what is this stuff." She pulled the box of wipes out of the holder and looked at the label. "Doctor Dirty Sabath's multi-flavored adult baby-wipes, a new taste with every wipe for those who want to make sure baby's bottom is clean." She sniffed the wipe, "great I get fart flavored."

"So what were you expecting," I said in a cheeky manor, "lemon fresh?" 

Even after a couple hard slaps on the diaper positioned bottom couldn't help me from giggling as she went back to work. This time Laura got what she wanted; a taste of my seamen. She finished by kissing me full on the mouth, but I didn't have any of it shoved in my mouth.

"I could get use to this," she smiled to me. She then held up a suppository ball.

"Oh no not that," I begged. I groaned as I could feel the probe bring it deeply into me.

"Oh yes yes yes," she said. "When we make the run to hyperspace, everybody has to be at battle stations and suited up. The ship is de-pressurized in case of collision. So you will be in your diaper in the survival pod having a nice poop."

"Oh, ouch," I struggled as she poured a very liberal amount of menthol powder on my ass. "Not my balls too, oohhhh!"

"Stop being such a cry-baby," she said as she closed up the diaper and plastic pants. The grapples released me and she had me stand up. "Put the shoes on," she said pointing to a pair of dainty shoes.

"Those look like little girl shoes," I half cried. They were Mary-Jane's, a popular shoe worn by sissy-boys.

"Well you have three choices," she said, "four inch stilettos, to which the heels can get caught in the decking. Bare feet, which I know is uncomfortable. Or little girly-man shoes. I didn't know they came in Men's sizes."

"Thank you for the shoes," I grumbled as I put them on, "Purser/Diaper Changer."

"You bugger," she cursed and pushed me double on the table as she spanked my diapered bottom. Which due to the thickness of the diaper; only caused puffs of powder. She cursed, pulled down the diaper and paddled me again. It hurt like hell and that's when I noticed she was hitting me on the same spot over and over. I was squirming in pain as a red hand formed on my bottom. "Any more cheek from you and you'll be the evening entertainment with a good caning. Got that?"

"Yes Mistress," I whimpered.

"That Mistress Purser Laura," she told me. "Do I need to spell it out?"

"No Mistress Purser Laura."

"You are at the bottom of the pecking order," she added as she applied more powder to my ass and quickly dressed me. "So don't even try to make things rough for me, or I'll have you eating baby-food."

"Yes Mistress Purser Laura I will always respect you. Mistress Purser Laura."

"Alright this way to the bridge," she told me as she lead me up a ladder to the bridge.

It was not the spacious bridge of Star Trek or Star Wars you always imagined. It was dark and tight almost like the Nostromo from the movie Alien. I sat in the co-pilot chair and Laura locked me into the five point safety harness before she used some tape to tie my hands to the arm-rest.

"This is just a safety measure," explained Jane, "we've often had Otto's kids here, they can't resist touching the controls, even crawling on them and pressing their cute faces against the glass. And for some reason even the most respectable fleet officer when assuming the role of a 24/7 Sex Slave then to be cheeky. And you are a cheeky boy." She nodded to a TV monitor and a replay of Mistress Purser Laura getting mad at me was well recorded.

"I think she had the situation well in hand," added Bill with a chuckle. "You're lucky that wasn't me boy, I would have given you the belt."

"All complaints by the crew will be settled after dinner," said Jane quietly. "You have to agree my future husband is a barrel of laughs." The whole group laughed.

"How often does she see a psychiatrist," I had to ask looking at Bill and then Laura as they checked their stations.




Slave Immigrant Ch. 13



"I've worked with Wizards for over forty years," said Bill, "and they do very well keeping me alive. If she say you're going to be your husband, I say welcome to da party pal."

"Welcome to da party," Soupy and Laura added.

"He has a lot of growing up to do," said Jane. "Civilian Starship 2811 the Pricilla requesting clearance to enter orbit."

"Two eight one one," called a voice over the intercom, "you have clearance. Proceed on course two eight five point three six angle steep."

"Hey that takes us over the Free Zone," said Soupy as he tracked the setting. "Not much to see, just the tops of the domes."

"Hang on," advised Laura. The ship rumbled and rose a few feet off the ground. The ramjets ignited and we rushed off. There was a loud snap and everything went silent. "We broke the sound barrier," said Laura. The ship nosed higher and it felt as if three people were sitting on my chest. As the sky went from blue, to white, to the darkness of space as fast as you can read this sentence.

"Pricilla to Free Skyes control," Jane called, "we have programmed flight path to Vacation Planet."

"Roger Pricilla," said a tired voice, "checking crew manifest. Eight five tons of cargo, one car, mail, small orders nothing here. Crew Captain Mistress Speedwell, Bill Chief Engineer/Cane Master, Soupy the Systems Engineer/Fluffer, Laura General Starship Tech Purser/Diaper Changer, and Courtesan Eight Class Alfred Pontiac Jones ship Sex-a-terry. Admiral Speedwell are you off on another one of your Naughty Cruses?"

"Hey Tripp," she laughed, "kind'a I'm playing with my future husband and taking him to meet my parents."

"PARENTS," I half screamed. That was the last word I had out a penis gag was stuffed into my mouth.

"What da heck was that," said Tripp.

"Technical problems," said Jane as she and Bill both gave me a very stern look. Actually Cane Master Bill was giving me the look. I knew I was in big trouble.

"Sounded to me your fuck-toy doesn't know what kind of party he's getting into. Give my regards to your Grandfather. I was one of the many thousands who served under him."

"I'll do that Tripp," she smiled, "do we have clearance to make the run to light speed?"

"Roger that, matching you flight plan, the path is clear have a fucking good time."

"You too Tripp."

"Free Skyes control out."

"Auto pilot set, standard acceleration," said Jane as she finished setting the controls. She was out of her safety harness before anybody else could move and towered over me. "You," she snapped.

"He's never been on a Starship before," blurted Laura.

"Fault to Laura," snapped Bill, "we'll deal with this after supper."

"Okay," said Jane as she blinked her eyes several times. "In some ways Al, you are just a baby out of the crib and the safety of your home in the Boom-boom Room." She undid my harness then the straps holding my wrist to which the black metal bands she added earlier snapped behind my back. She pulled me out of the co-pilot chair. "We have thirty minutes till we reach the Danger Zone. Secure for suits and decompression." She led me out of the cock-pit and to a door near the infirmary and took the penis gage out of my mouth.

"Okay," she explained, "this is a crash course on space safety. This ship is making a run to light speed. Unlike larger ships it has a limited Danger Zone of ten minutes, but Coalition Space Safety has a regulated window of thirty minutes. Civilians are secured into life-pods all crew into vacuum suits. Once in the Danger Zone it is the point of no return or course changes. We could fly into something or be shot at so we need to take precautions. Now crawl into the life pod and don't push any buttons. Soupy stores some comic-books under the seats." She gave me a swift kick in the can tossing me into a padded room.

I saw Bill standing beside her as the door closed. I pressed myself to the door and listened. Surprisingly I could hear them.

"What's pissing you off," Bill demanded.

"I know he's the one," said Jane, "but he's not, he's STUPID!"

"Do you want THE CANE," she shouted back.

"No," she sobbed, "I'm so confused. He is so nice, and the sex is great."

"How great."

"Sorry Bill, he could fuck me for an hour and not climax sending me into multiple orgasms. But in other respects he know nothing about, ... anything."

"Did you review his case files?"

"Yes," there was a pause, "the Company left out information that I did find. He was with the Military Police on his planet and was mentioned in a couple dispatches. A university education, no wonder he did that video so fast. Uncle Paul made a personal memo over his cell phone, 'any normal tech would take a week to edit that video.' So I guess when he gets his freedom he will have a good job."

"Did he work in a TV station in your visions?"

"No he was," another pause, the side of the door pounded. "Fault for eavesdropping," Jane's voice stormed through the speakers. "Move away from that door or I'll lock your ankle cuffs to you wrist and you can kneel into hyper-space."

I quickly moved away from the door and sat on the floor. I noticed one of seat cushions was out of alignment so by using my nose and teeth I pulled it aside. Soupy's comic book collection re-prints of the Adventures of Naughty Nora. It was a comic book version of Jane Speedwell's best movie; and me not able to jack-off while reading it. I knelt on the floor and while using my mouth was able to turn the pages while reading the comic.

"Enjoying yourself," Laura said over the speakers.

"Oh just fine," I said sitting back on my heels. "Hey Soupy can't you find any newer fresher comic characters. Naughty Nora is getting rather old." I waited for a response but the room was silent. What I thought was a bit of gas surprised me; I shit my pants.

"Something wrong Al," Laura asked. "My sensors say you ass just got warmer and larger."

"Permission to have my hand released to that I can remove my soiled diapers Mistress."

"Negative," said Bill, "we are in the Danger Zone for another thirty-five minutes. Lie on your side we are going to hit the Light Barrier and do a 4G acceleration till we reach a cruising speed of 200 Light Years."

"Two hundred," I gasped, "I thought PT Boats were fast at one hundred and fifty."

"Well the Pricilla is a lot better than any old military Junker. In accordance to regulations we can-not secure from the Danger Zone for another thirty minutes. Try not to soak yourself too much." Then his voice went to a lower more fatherly level, "you just hurt your wife's feelings. So you better figure out how to make things right."

"But," I gasped for the umpteenth time, "I hardly know her, and she hardly knows me."

"I will try to explain it later," he added quietly, "just try to behave yourself."

"Warning," called the system wide voice of the auto warning system universally known as Bitch'n Betty. "Ship is now entering hyper-space."

The entire room shook as I could feel four people sitting on me. I half expected to hear C3PO whining about space travel, and now I know why. The ship is defying Einstein's Physics as we opened a hole in space that defies even time as we started to move. It will take the Pricilla 24 hours of real time to travel two hundred light years, we are crossing half the length of the Coalition to meet, her parents.

Ten minutes, an eternity when under heavy G went by and it was gone. I was able to stand up and see a monitor on one wall. Twenty-two minutes to go and I had to pee. It was one thing to have an accident happen, but to make what is culturally bad. So I kept standing, wet myself and hoped for relief.

Eventually the red lights went off and a few minutes later Laura told me to come out. She wordlessly led me back to the infirmary and had me lie on the table. Once she had me wiped down my ass was one red mess.

"Bill, I need you here," she called on the intercom.

"What's the problem," he asked as the door quickly opened, "I was checking life support."

"This is not a normal diaper-rash," she said pointing to my asshole.

"Almost like an acid burn," said Bill. "Any idea why."

"I was just told to put this suppository way up his bum."

"We don't have a poison control unit." He tapped my inner thigh, "you have any idea?"

"Yes Cane Master," I said respectfully. "I have about sixty percent Ancient DNA. Ancients don't get diaper rashes; their bodies can develop immunity to their own digestive waist products. That suppository reacts to my own body, liquids and waist products to expand make me have an accident, and diaper rash. Mistress Captain put on in me last night."

"Ancient," said Bill, "right. An Ancient version of a practical joke; but you is not all ancient. Quick question, can you read my mind?"

"No Cane Master, I have zero abilities. Mistress Captain can't even put a thought into my mind."

"Is that possible," said Laura. She stopped and added respectfully, "Cane Master."

"I don't know," he said, "he might be unique."

"With respect Cane Master," I said, "of the thirty of us lowly Bonded Sex Slaves from Earth three did have talent, the rest of us do not."

"This is too much on my plate," said Bill, then to Laura, "keep quiet about this, I'll file a report to the Governor's Office. The diaper orders are now rescinded. Fuck-toy can keep his shoes on unless somebody takes him to bed. Take him to the Longue and bend him over the sofa, if anybody need him they know where to find him. And keep his hand locked behind his back." Then to me, "don't let me catch you pushing button, or its mittens and a penis gage for you."

"Yes Cane Master." After Laura cleaned me up she let me down and lead me towards the longue. "Why is he in charge," I had to ask her.

"Bill answers to Prince Otto," she explained, "he has some navigation and pilot experience if a talent goes overboard people like him are here to compensate." She bent me over the sofa's padded arm-rest with my naked sore ass high in the air. Ankles locked together, and my hands behind my back. I was gift wrapped in cellophane for any horny person around. "Well I have duties to do, enjoy yourself."

Laura left and caught up with Jane and Bill on the bridge. I didn't have any idea what was going on but I eventually got the whole story. Jane was in a panic and couldn't figure it out.

"There is something about that collar," she argued with Bill, "I want you to take it off him."

"Hey," Bill told her formally, "I don't want to hear that. I don't even want you to think that. You are contemplating breaking so many laws that can get this crew ejected into deep space. And more importantly this reflects badly on your cousin Prince Otto."

"Look there is something terribly wrong here," she insisted. "Part of his DNA is from Prince Johannass I think part of the Evil Prince is inside him. He might have had some evil part inside him. I need to beat the truth out of him."

There had been lots of fantasy fiction about the Evil Prince of the Middle Kingdom. Residents of the Middle Kingdom equated him with a cross between Satan and Adolph Hitler. Many who have little understanding of DNA feel that Evil is a Jean and can be transferred. Bill had to make a decision.

"Fine," concluded Bill, "General Order Sixty-nine, when a Psionic Officer goes off the deep end unit authority goes to the Senior Zero Talent Officer. That's me, stand down Captain, you are now a lowly slave."

General Order Sixty-nine was a safe code meaning a Talent has gone so far off their set of orders they have lost it. Situations where a talent has lost control wildly ordered the mass destruction of innocents had to be curtailed. Such an order would have stopped the Evil Prince long before his Reign of Terror started. All Talents were in their earliest training had to submit when such an order was given. Bill a career Sergeant-Major followed Prince Otto for twenty years and kept him in line. Even Jane Speedwell was frightened by his command voice.

"What," she snapped.

"Bend over and take your medicine," he told her as he picked up a cane. "Laura get a stun-gun. Don't make me put a cap on you Jane."

"I'm not crazy," she told him as tears welled up.

"Jane," said Laura arming her stun-gun, "I'll pop you in the tits."

"There is something about that collar," insisted Jane as she bent over the desk. Three sharp hits of the cane across her cover-all covered bottom brought her into submission.

"Drop your weapons belt," Bill ordered.

Jane surrendered her weapon's belt and followed Bill down to the Master bedroom. There was an ornate desk at one end of the room that he took over as his own. He sat down and looked at Jane.

"Strip," he ordered. Jane shrugged and took off her coveralls, sports bra, boots and panties which fell in a heap at her right side. "Assume the position," he told her. Without protest, she bent over the desk and took six hard welts across the bottom. At the time Jane was sure if she could pass any kind of test Bill could throw at her she would convince him of her convictions. Not her best of ideas.

Meanwhile I was still hog-tied and bent over the armrest of the sofa and giving Soupy the best blowjob I could muster. He was enjoying himself, and I was doing my duty. Even after his first orgasm Soupy wanted more and I kept sucking and working. Suddenly I felt something cold and humming against my balls. My ankles were released. I looked up and saw Soupy looking at somebody behind me dumbfounded. This didn't look good. Half turning and part rolling over I saw Laura with a stun gun in hand.

"You're coming with me to the Cane Master's Office," she told us. "You can come too Soupy, this affects ship personnel. I was told to shoot Mister Jones in the nuts if he resist."

"What did I do now?"



Slave Immigrant Ch. 14



After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. Well, I guess Human Recourses had me figured out. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websites were tracked alright, but not by Homeland Security. I was a 24/7 Bonded Sex Slave with a 5 million credit debt to pay off. Worse still I didn't have any say on how or what I would be doing, I wasn't a citizen. After taking a Citizenship Test all that changed.

Major Jane Speedwell has waved to right to have another Earth Male Sex Slave for a month and keep me for one week. She then took me to Prince Otto's private yacht the Pricilla, a hot pink 400 ton speedster outfitted for private functions. Her crew Bill Chief Engineer, Soupy the Systems Engineer, and Laura General Starship Tech. Jane herself was the ship's pilot and navigator. Bill and Soupy were both from the Middle Kingdom very dark Africans but with almost blank eyes. Laura was from Free Skyes and had very pale human complexion. Jane on the other hand was from Vacation Planet, she was about my height, very blond, and a golden tanned skin.

My ankles were released. I looked up and saw Soupy looking at somebody behind me dumbfounded. This didn't look good. Turning I saw Laura with a stun gun in hand.

"You're coming with me to the Cane Master's Office," she told us. "You can come too Soupy, this affects ship personnel. I was told to shoot Mister Jones in the nuts if he resist."

"What did I do now?"

"Shut up and move it," she pointed the weapon at me as my hands locked behind my back. "Soupy find something to gage him with."

Soupy ran to the Lounge's kitchenette found a dish rag. He stuffed it in my mouth and I knew better than to try to spit it out. We stepped into a small elevator and went down to the main deck. A few more steps and we were in the Master bedroom which was now the Cane Master's Office. Jane stood in the corner, six angry can welts were quite vivid on her naked bottom. Her hands were over her head. Cane Master Bill looked very angry and took the gage out of my mouth.

"Now what's your story," he asked me.

"Alright you got me," I said in Earth English. "I'm an undercover agent sent by the Frengie Alliance to gain knowledge of your defenses so that a Klingon Battlefleet can take over. We want your women." Soupy walked up behind me and with one hand he reached between my legs and pulled on my balls. The pain was terrific, and made me gasp for air.

"We've seen that episode of Deep Space Nine," he told me and let go.

"Try again," Bill told me.

"I come from Earth," I said, "I was on my death-bed somebody asked me if I want to live again. I said sure, I thought it was all a dream." I danced away from them. "Look I'm not lying, yes I feel the pain and yes I know I'm alive. I have a few ideas but please, I'm trying to be a good fuck-toy."

"Let's gang-bang his tight butt-hole and see how he likes it," suggest Soupy.

"He probably would like it," said Jane still facing the wall. "But he keeps testing his limits, and he's part Ancient he doesn't know how far his limits can go."

"You know that's the problem with Wizards," said Bill, as he walked over and gave Jane a hard swat low on her naked bottom making her whine and stand on her toes for a moment. "To normal people like us they chatter away and find it hard for you to accept they actually can see into the future." He walked up to me and led me to the bed. "I've been working with Wizards for sixty years," he pulled me across his lap and lightly slapped me across the bottom with each word. "They know the future, and you can't escape it. She is going to be your wife." He shoved me over towards Soupy. "Okay let's take these two love birds down to the work shop. Laura, get Slave Speedwell's cap, shackles, and those new diapers. Soupy; get that impale unit out of the Master Bathroom."

"No please," said Jane as we were led away. "I'll pay you each a thousand credits just to get us to Vacation Planet, please."

"I think your future husband needs to see you under a little humiliation."

The ship's work shop was a typical garage/tech station. It was big enough for all of us to move around in. A winch with a large hook on it lowered and I was elevated to hanging there. Magnetic grapplers spread my legs apart and an impale dildo was worked till it was an inch into me. It lowered as I was lowered to standing on my toes. The chains went slack, but if I lowered my heels to the floor the dildo would go six inches up my rectum. 

"Look," said Jane, "maybe we're going a little too far with all this. I just wanted a cast of his penis. Can we take a break?"

"Are you calling a Safe Word," Bill asked her.

"I," she stammered.

"You don't have to push it to the limit Jane," I told her as I struggled to stay on my toes and ignoring the dildo slowly working into my tight asshole. "As a bonded sex slave I don't have the right to have limits. I mean I do have them, it's just I'm not there."

"If he can take it," she said defiantly. Laura placed shackles similar to mine on her neck, wrist and ankles.

"Put the cap on her too," said Bill. It looked like a leather bathing cap, but Jane was terrified of it. "Do you know what an electronic cap is boy," he asked me.

"No Cane Master."

"In the lining of that cap is a special wire network. Once on the wearer's brain is encased in a force field. Do you who what force-fields can do to a Wizard?"

"I know they can't see through them."

"That's right," he took a knife and slashed the remaining clothes off Jane, "and she can't see out with her talent. She is reduced to a normal person like all of us here. Now she can't tell if Soupy or Laura want to have sex with her. She can't seduce them." He moved Jane over to another wall to my left and away from me and using magnetic setting spread eagled her.

"I got the other impale unit here Cane Master," said Soupy as he carried in the mechanical impale unit.

"Set it so that it will go up her poop-hole," Bill told him.

"Oh no," panicked Jane as she struggled, "please."

"Would you rather wear a diaper with the suppository you put up his ass and have acid burns dripping out of you?" 

"No Cane Master."

"Your lover has been shared by gangs of Symore men. And they are far larger that what this is." Bill put the end of the dildo towards her face. "Looks like a normal cock to me."

"Yes Cane Master," she said and kissed the end. He handed to dildo end to Soupy who adjusted it to do the same to her. Jane cried but gravity won as her heels were halfway down in seconds.

"Well," smiled the Cane Master as he looked us both over. "I'd say in a couple hours these two will be able to take any cock up the asses with ease. So who's ass do you like Soupy?"

"I like his," smile Soupy after tickling both our asses.

"I guess I use a strap-on," smile Laura to Jane.

"But let's not forget why we are down here," said Bill. "Soupy get that set-up we need to take a casting of Mister Jones' erection. You did acknowledge this right for private use only."

"Yes Cane Master," I gasped as my toes couldn't take it and my heels hit the floor as I took the dildo another inch up my ass. As uncomfortable as it was my cock was throbbing hard. Bill noted this and adjusted a remote control.

"Well you can stand on your flat feet now," he said to me.

Soupy put some odd condom on me that was very tight against my skin and had some odd threads hanging out of it. He then placed a cone over my dick that pressed against my body and encased my balls as well. Laura then handed him a large can of something as he added a funnel to an opening at the top of the cone. An odd gooey substance was poured out of the can down the funnel and I felt a warm sensation surround my cock. When it was filled he then took some kind of multi-light ray-gun wand that he waved over the cone and made my dick feel cold.

"Laura," Bill called, "Slave-girl seems to have pussy hair. Remove it."

Well if I had trouble keeping an erection with my cock in a cone filled with cold goo and a dildo up my ass the site of Jane getting her pussy shaved changed all that. She seemed horribly mortified as any semblance of privacy pussy hair offers her was removed. Worse still, through all the humiliation, it was also apparent that her body was into it; as her pussy dripped vaginal fluid. Laura and Soupy took the opportunity to finger her citreous and taste her.

"Okay," said Bill finally, "let's leave these two love birds alone and let the mould cool." I could hear them laughing and talking as they left us alone.

"Well this is another fine mess you got us into," I said to her.

"Another," she asked not knowing the Earth reference. "Look I'm the one being tortured here too. I can't hear, see, or feel."

"You didn't hear what they said as they left?"

"How could I with this hood on."

"Open your ears and listen. Can't you hear the ship's engines that insentient drone."

"I," she paused and listened. "Yes I can hear them."

"Well it seems Soupy could have taken this thing off me at any time. And he wants to so that he could fuck me."

"Well why not?"

"Bill figures we need some time together on even ground."

"That's Cane Master, you don't want to feel it. Besides what common ground I feel like I got a policeman's night-stick up my ass. I might never be able to hold my shit again."

"You're an Ancient, your ass will heal in a few hours and a finger will feel like another stick in the morning. We heal too fast."

"We do?"

"My best guess is those welts you left on me will be gone by noon tomorrow. Those acid burns, might take longer."

"I'm sorry I should have read the directions over carefully. He won't put one in me will he?"

"Hey you dug the hole now lie in it. I thought were going to be lying in that nice big bed making love, but no you want to be the big Domme. When do we arrive at Vacation Planet?"

"Late tomorrow with traffic, probably first thing the day after."

"Good," I said, "now let's keep our tongues between our teeth and not upset the Cane Master. Meeting your family with welts on our bottoms will make things rather uncomfortable."

"I'm sorry but I thought you were use to being used by groups of people. The stories about you get so exploded. So I called in a favour and a few friends. I just got carried away that's all."

"Hummm," I grumbled feeling so uncomfortable. "I've heard that in certain circles of the Middle Kingdom they can be pretty strict. I take it Bill was involved in such?"

"Yea," she looked embarrassed, "Bill got pissed off at me a long time ago." She paused, "in private, he had me in a hold, and well, one thing lead to another. He went to a strict Symore Sponsored Military Preparation Academy. Sort of a University for young gay men who need some strict guidelines to live by. Bill was a "Prefect," an upperclassman who had authority to administer punishments."

"Hence the Cane Master," I concluded. I wiggled my hips but there was no escaping the eight inches up my ass.

"If you did manage to get out of that nasty position you would be severely punished," said Bill as he and the fuck-buddy crew came back into the shop. Soupy opened the cone and the gooey liquid poured back into the can.

"Forgive me Cane Master," I said respectfully, "but isn't that suppose to form into a mould around my cock and balls?"

"You didn't see the wires hanging below it," asked Soupy. "I guess you don't have this kind of computer technology." He held up a computer pad and a 3D holograph of my cock came into view.

"His balls need to be shaved," said Laura.

"Naa," smiled Bill, "that little bit of stubble on the balls will go fine when pressed against a person's ass; or against a woman's vagina."

"No," said Jane, "please keep them smooth. Please."

"Well," chuckled Bill, "for you I'll make two sets. One for punishment, like what you put up a lover's hole, and the other smooth against your skin."

"Thank you Cane Master," she grovelled.

"All of you go out and play," said Bill as he studied the computer readings and moved some equipment. "Take them to the Longue. If anything goes wrong the auto-pilot will tell us."

The magnetic shackles were released and the impale rods removed. Jane and I humbly followed Laura and Soupy to the ship's lounge. I was bent over the spanking post and Soupy buggered me in a frantic kind of way. It hurt like hell since his dick was about twelve and a half inches long and relatively big. However since he was so much into his own enjoyment he came inside of six minutes. Laura used a double ended strap-on and did the same to Jane who was bent over the dining table for fifteen minutes. 

"That was nice," said Laura, as she moved away from Jane and took off the strap-on. She went into the kitchenette refrigerator took out what looked like a platter of chicken-nuggets and a beer. She shared it with Soupy as the two of them sat on the sofa and watched a movie. For me this was typical, I relaxed and waited; but Jane can't keep her mouth shut.

"So what do we do now," she asked me quietly not moving from her exposed position on the table.

"Keep your mouth shut," I whispered to her knowing I would be audible by Ancient standards. "We stay in position, don't move, don't talk, and wait till they want to fuck us again."

"You call this an orgy," she whispered, but more in a stage manner. "Where's all the non-stop fucking, the multiple orgasms?"

"This is just the start of things," I told her in the same low tones. "Now keep your voice down or after dinner we will get the cane. Do you want to visit your family with sore welts on your ass?"

"Oh that movie is so loud they will not no-o-o-," she gasped as Laura gave her a hard smack with a doubled belt on her ass.

"It takes two to tango," said Soupy as his hand spanked me. "Have you been a naughty boy?"

"Yes Fluffer Master," I quickly confessed, "I beg forgiveness as I was attempting to instruct the Female Slave to remain silent."

"Definitely better than Class Eight," said Soupy as he stopped. He groped my penis and balls. "Turn around and sit on the horse, I want to taste you." He nodded to Laura, "they say Earthmen's seamen taste very different."

"I'm almost finished," said Laura as she belted Jane's ass as hard as she could. Jane tried to keep silent but couldn't. Laura paused and pulled out a gym-bag from one of the cupboards. "I see you packed your dirty laundry," she laughed showing the contents were multi-coloured panties. Jane looked mortified, so was I. 

I was on file as noting the worst gage that was ever used on me was when my first Mistress went through her laundry basket to find a soiled pair of panties to stuff in my mouth to use as a gage. Jane obviously was going to repeat that scenario on me, but then the tables turned. Ancients also have an increased sense of smell, so those panties were gross. The crotch wet with vaginal fluid from masturbation and the butt dirty from various farts. Hot-dogs, chilli, and beer seemed to be the main smell.

"What are these for," Laura asked Jane as she waved a pair in her face. Jane tried to look away.

"They are for me Mistress Diaper Changer," I said quickly. Then asked myself why am I doing that.

"Really," said Laura.

"He's a panty sniffer," chuckled Soupy.

"Don't be stupid," said Laura, "there was no communication at all between the two since last night, and I'm looking at two weeks of dirty panties."

"He's doing it to protect me," said Jane. "He wrote a couple times how he was totally embarrassed when he was gagged with soiled panties..."

"Maybe you should gage this silly slave Mistress Diaper-Changer," I said quickly. "Before you have to give her a lesson in proper slave etiquette."

"Stop sucking his cock Soupy," said Laura looking cross at me. "Okay Fuck-toy you have this coming," she stuffed a soiled pair of panties into her mouth. She then turned and Jane's was body over the horse bend over. Ten strokes of a two inch belt across your ass is without a doubt difficult. I kept my mouth clapped close and kept still.

"Darn," curse Soupy, "he doesn't have a hard-on any more Laura." I caught a small glimpse through the tears to see the look she gave him. "I mean Mistress Diaper-Changer," he said quickly. "I'll just go use the bathroom before I have another beer here. Can I get you anything Mistress Diaper-Changer?"

"No." Soupy moved past me and went to a fresher down the hall. "Do you think ten with the belt is all you deserve Slave Girl."

"Yes Mistress Diaper-Changer," she said quickly. "I definitely need ten swats with the belt."

"Really," her fingers ran up and down the crack of her ass and went into her rectum. "Did you forget something?"

"Forgive me Mistress Diaper-Changer, I meant to say I deserve twenty for not addressing you properly." Laura picked up what looked like a large butt-plug and forced it into Jane's ass hole. "Thank you Mistress Diaper-Changer," she said through tears, "for keeping my asshole wide and ready."

Another soiled pair of panties went into Jane's mouth before twenty swats were administered. She had a hard time dealing with it loosing the butt-plug which was then held into place with a discipline belt. She even coughed out the pair of panties but managed to grab and force it back into her mouth. Laura took pity on her, and made no comment. After that it was the usual, they watched movies, occasionally pestered Jane and I. No different to a Bonded Sex Slave like me. The experience was a real education for Jane.

Cane Master Bill eventually came back with his works. First he made a steel penis the exact same size dimensions and ridges as mine. From there he made a few moulds and a few dildos that were attached to Jane's new strap-on belt. She could if she wished remove the two that would go inside her. The one coming from her crotch was pretty wicked including some scratchy balls that will definitely irate the recipient. He made a couple others which had suction cup bases and used on chairs. Jane and I both ate supper while having my cock up our asses. A couple more fitted to discipline belts which had the balls on them go up your ass but leave your cock or vagina open for "other" abuse.

To say the least dinner was delicious, humiliating, and tense. We had thick free-range beef steaks with what tasted like onions, mushrooms, baked potatoes, and peas. Now the potatoes were baby blue with yellow sour cream, and the peas were bright red. All the while the table's top changed to clear Plexiglas to which you couldn't help but notice nobody was wearing trousers. Bill's discipline canes were kept right on the table so you can guess what was going to happen before desert.

Because I got a hand spanking and the belt, that automatically got me twenty with the belt and five with the cane. Soupy argued that I was at all times respectful and obviously in love with the Slave Girl because only a love sick idiot would try to help her. Bill reminded him that I was a professional Courtesan and sucking up to the person who is paying for his services. Thus deserving me a double dose of discipline; forty whacks of the belt and ten with the cane. Thank Soupy for all the help. 

Jane in my opinion came close to losing it. She cursed argued and ended up being mouth gagged, discipline belt, over the knee spanking, tied down, belted fifty times, cool-off and twenty with the cane. Cool-off was probably the worse, I ended up eating ice-cream that was served on her very sore ass. But that wasn't the end of her torment.

Bill then tied her to one of the bed-post of the master-bed and she watched the crew make use of me on the bed. Making love to Laura was a bit of a chore. Free Skyes women are born in fresh water, not salt water like us humans, but fresh swamp water. It was difficult not to gage sometimes and well you can expect how Laura would address the seat of my problem. 




Slave Immigrant Ch. 14



Soupy and Bill are from the Middle Kingdom, large cocks which cum about a cup of watery seamen. After multiple ejaculations up the ass I have to take a dump that is well one messy enema. Soupy and Laura got into an argument as to who's duty is was to wipe my ass after I use the toilet. The wickedly settled by changing Jane's name from Slave Girl to Ass-wipe Girl. She still blushes when seeing toilet paper advisements on TV.

When it was finally over, all that remained was putting the slaves to bed. I expected the floor, and maybe a sleeping bag. Mistress Diaper-Changer diapered us and locked us in an unusual position on the master bed. I was on my back, legs comfortably apart, wrist to the headboard. Jane on top of me on my right side, almost humping my right leg, he face inches from mine. 

"Don't make me get up and change you two too often," she warned us as she threw a quilt over us. "There are sensors in your diapers, you wet yourselves, I will have to come and change you. And I will be checking for vaginal fluid or male seamen so no humping."

"I got you into a horrible mess," Jane whispered to me after the bedroom door closed. She then kissed me full on the mouth. "Gee," she smiled in the dark, "your mouth still taste like Laura's cunt."

"How can you enjoy that," I said, then kissing her back. "Besides no matter how soft this bed is, my ass is sore."

"Really," she said as she humped on me.

"Don't do that," I almost shouted. "You want to get us into more trouble?"

"I'm sorry my love."

"That's okay, just try to lose a few pound in the future."

"What! If my hands we're tied down, I'd smack you one."

We probably would have gone on for hours talking to each other when Soupy and Laura both came in with hair-brushes and paddled us both. We were both gagged with breathing gags and Jane's soiled panties pulled over our heads. So the night went by with no other incident. 

****

Morning came with instead of an alarm clock but a red alert serine. The ship had one of those hard to explain time compressions. We arrived at Vacation planet ten hours early. It was one of those odd phonemes where ships hit uncharted worm holes, or mathematical flows of the ships shields. Whatever the reason; everybody had to get out of bed fast and at battle stations. I was still in a soiled diaper as the life-pod hatched closed.

"What can I wear," I hollered at the walls. "Please can somebody change me?"

"Open the seat hatch to the left of the door," Bill called over the intercom, "clean yourself off. Dump the diaper and wipes in the trash, there is a pair of coveralls in there too. Your size I put them there."

Sure enough there was enough adult baby stuff there to clean myself off. The coveralls were a standard grey issue, but had a Pricilla patch on the back with the title Deckhand Number 5, across the back. I guess they didn't want to lose me. There was also a pair of slipper/shoes which fitted rather well. I checked to see if there was anything to read, but that's when the TV went on. Laura waved back at me.

"Unlike leaving hyperspace re-entry can be very smooth," she explained. "Just watch and see."

There wasn't much to watch. Jane and the crew had everything under control as we rolled into normal space. Engines changed their tune as we slowed and fifteen minutes later we could see the floating space station over Vacation Planet. Space stations for the most part come in two versions. Version one, the cheapest stuff possible sent off to hover over the planet. Version Two, impress the hell out of people with the newest and biggest brand new gimmicks possible. For some reason the people of Vacation Planet did something else. Oh it was big, and well; came from the planet. It was a stone pyramid floating in space that had a few modern touches added to it.

"What is your destination," called a formal voice.

"Hi cousin Aggie," said Jane, "we have a commercial delivery to the Merchant side of the Spaceport. And personal, need to see the family. I got great,.."

"Planetary over-ride," interrupted a serious voice. "Jane Speedwell you are to report to the Governor's Office Immediately."

"But Uncle Jasper, I want the family to meet my new boyfriend." 

"This comes from Grandpa," the voice added. "Your crew can do their Merchandising, But Grandpa wants to see you and," he paused, probably to think of a polite term to describe me, "your friend."

"That don't sound good," said Bill, "did you break any laws," he asked Jane.

"Absolutely not," she said as we hit atmosphere and went in. "I had to put up a bond of everything I owned to do this trip. But you don't argue with clairvoyance. And I will bring him back."

"How much was my bond," I had to ask.

"Twenty-five million," said Jane. "Now sit down and be quiet."

Flying over Vacation Planet was almost like flying over Disney World Florida but very much bigger. Whole section of green unspoiled jungles, crystal blue lakes with sandy beaches; spotted by clearings with huts. For over a thousand years the Ancients lived their lives without technology. Then the explorers came and tried to exploit them. Ancients don't need that much technology, they have talent, and that compensates and overcomes anything. A hover-limo with an armed guard met us on the landing field and flew us to the Office of the Planetary Governor.

The office had all the trappings of a Jungle set out of an old Tarzan movie crossed by Gilligan's Island. Furniture hand made out of bamboo and thatch. Hand carved desks, but with modern computers fitted into them. Worse still the office was perched in a tree-house so that one had a great view of the Space Port. 

"Cousin Bond," Jane said embracing a gentleman of about 40 our years old, lord knows how many as an Ancient. Curiously he was wearing Tarzan's loin-cloth and had the physic to be one. "This is my boyfriend. Al, meet my fifth cousin, Bond Speedwell, Governor of Vacation Planet."

"A pleasure," he said giving me a firm handshake. "But I had to vacate my office Grandfather is using it today. Go right in." He headed out the door with something important to do.

"Why would a Planetary Governor give up his office to your Uncle," I had to ask.

"Because Grandpa used to be the President of the Planetary Governor's council," she said casually as she lead me into the office. 

That made me freeze right there. I've heard of silly things going on in various Science Fictions, the hero getting it on with the space Princess, but this was ridiculous. The half crazy girl is a former Space Admiral, whose Grandfather was the President of the Galaxy and I think I'm in love with her. Her Grandfather was right there, an old guy dressed like Plato.

And I do mean Plato from the old uncensored movies. The old guy, who could have been played by Christopher Plummer was wearing a single robe that hardly covered his genitals. I mean no wonder people accused him of buggering young boys.

"Close the door behind you Mister Jones," he politely said to me. "This won't take but a moment."

He and Jane stood there and did an odd embrace as they touched foreheads. Some cultures do that, pause and touch foreheads. The moment they touched there was a glow, sparks almost. In that whole half minute they touched minds and she communicated to him all her thoughts feelings, and memories of the past few weeks to him about her looking for and meeting me. I envied them such ability.

"Alright girl," he told her as he gently pushed her away. "Why don't you go outside and see the view from the balcony while I talk to Mister Jones here."

"Yes Grandfather," she smiled and headed towards the door. She gave me a smile and childish wave as she closed the door.

"Come closer boy I won't bite you," he asked opening his arms. He looked down and laughed at his nudity. "Sorry, we're pretty casual out here. I'm not going to bugger you. Let me see your hands."

He held my hands and looked at them more like something a Gypsy Fortune-teller might do. He then touched my forehead, but pulled his hand back as if it were burnt. He gingerly peeled off the leather collar Jane put on me and examined my slave collar.

"Interesting," he commented as he grabbed a chair and sat down. "When you and my Grand-daughter made love, what was she wearing?"

"She had her," I giggled, "hat on."

"Did she ever take it off when she was at the Planetary Brothel with you?"

"Oh no sir," I explained, "she said there were too many ghost. And," I paused because how do I explain the rest, "she was never fully naked when we were together."

"She never touched you," he chuckled as he held my face in his hands. "Like this," he asked.

"No sir," I mumbled back as he pressed my cheeks and jaw much to his amusement.

"You will eventually marry my grandchild, but not today or any time soon."

"Well when?"

"After you gain your freedom and she respects you. The second half will not be easy at all. Just try to do the first part."

"What Part."

"Gaining your freedom from the heavy Bond the Boom-boom Room and the government put on you."

"Well can't you free me," I begged, "pay my bond. Or better still pass a law that no Ancient can be bonded."

"Naa," he cursed, "too many other Ancients got gambling debts to pay off. Let them work it off. And so do you. Now take this note to Bill. I know enough of you to know you will not read it. But I'll be there when you gain your freedom. And trust me, you need this time to grow use to your body."

"What's wrong with it?"

"Nothing," he smiled as he opened the door and lead me out. "You just haven't grown into it yet."

"You two have a nice talk," Jane asked us.

"Yes," he said, "Bond can you come in here," he called.

"Sure Grandpa," he said coming back in.

"Jane and her new boyfriend are hereby banished," he said formally. "They cannot come to the planet's surface till Mister Jones pays off his Bond. And nobody will give him any charity. He has to earn it himself. Besides Jane has a new position with the Commandos she should be getting ready for. More importantly I forbid you from touching him, sexually or otherwise till he gains his freedom."

"Banished," said Jane.

"I have spoken," he said with an Imperial flourish and disappeared as he teleported himself.

"This is crazy," I said. "You're crazy," I screamed pointing to Jane. "Grandpa has dementia. Uncle Tarzan." I turned as a young man in a skimpy police uniform flew through the window. "And I'm nuts," I added. A bolt of lightning shot out of the kid's forehead and knocked me out.



Slave Immigrant Ch. 15



After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. I guess Human Recourses had me figured out alright. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websites were tracked alright, but not by Homeland Security. I was a 24/7 Bonded Sex Slave with a 5 million credit debt to pay off. Worse still I didn't have any say on how or what I would be doing, I wasn't a citizen. After taking a Citizenship Test all that changed.

I woke up six hours later laying on the silk sheets of the master bed back on the Pricilla a private 400 ton Space Yacht Jane borrowed from her cousin the Governor of Free Skyes. There was a thick bondage belt across my waist that kept me centre in the bed. I had a diaper on and the usual black wrist and ankle cuffs. I guess I must have been fighting in my sleep; I do that from time to time, and kicked the covers off. There was the slight buzz of a headache in my head that was drifting away, but my joints ached like I had a bad cold.

"Hello," I asked wondering if there was a monitor on. "Is anybody home?"

"We're a little busy right now," called Laura's voice over the intercom. "I'll release you from the bed, but don't try to put your hands below your waist. There is some food on the side table, eat, bend over the spanking post and wait. I left a book for you to read while waiting." 

There was a loud click, and the belt detached itself from the centre strap on the bed. I looked at myself in one of the mirrors. The belt sealed over the top of some rather thick diapers which had tight seals around the legs. The side table had a bowl of soup, sandwich, and a drink. It was a slave table, to eat at it; meant you had to kneel at the table and eat. It wasn't soup but some thick porridge and the sandwich very mild cheese on white bread. The drink was that energy root-beer that I knew would make me horny and ready to go, ouch. So rather than go hungry I ate the bland horny meal before heading to the spanking post.

Once in position there was an audible click as the magnets in the belt and ankles locked into position. I didn't panic, why should I; just more mental torture. On a table within easy reach of me was a book, a strap, and a rattan cane. On the strap was a post-it note with the message lick me first, I'll be licking you soon. So I kissed and licked it. The cane said kisses me, and the book was rather interesting.

"Study this book," the post-it said, "there will be a test, lick and kisses for wrong answers."

The book was an information book on Talents and Clairvoyance. Believe it or not a true talent and clairvoyant can actually see what the future lotto numbers would be with one hundred percent accuracy. There is absolutely no gambling that goes on in the Coalition. Oh there are still private bets that go on, but nothing like the games of Earth. Talents can for example make a person buy a certain brand of coffee or clothing, but only on a small individual basis. There was only one Prince Johnass Fracisco von Studdlebock of the Middle Kingdom.

He had the power to convince his small inner circle of talented followers to join their powers to his and appeal to a mass audience. He was far worse than Adolf Hitler could ever be in that he could convince the thousands that showed up to his live rallies to take up his cause. He blitzed the media and was quick to silence any dissenters simply because his followers could read the minds of those around him. It was interesting reading.

"Interesting reading," asked Bill as he felt my diapered ass.

"Yes Cane Master," I said truthfully, "can I go to the bathroom?"

"Sure," he swatted me on the bottom, "you got it right here."

"Ohhh," I groaned and let go. There was no use in holding it in, a slave can never win an argument. Once you start going there is no stopping feeling you warm urine flow against your body. Feeling your own crap fill the crack of your ass was worse. Bill placed another tray of "food" in front of me. Same stuff as before.

"Aren't you going to ask me where we are," he asked as he groped my filling diaper.

"I'm afraid to ask," I said tasting the porridge. 

"That stuff normally comes out of an android's butt," Bill pointed out. "Actually we're in a military space-dock. Lots of space here; so this small ship will not be noticed."

"Why we smuggling something?"

"No, just packing some place for free while we wait for our cargo to go back to Free Skyes is put together. You really fucked things up you know."

"Yea well I'm tired of playing Alice in Wonderland, when am I going to wake up?"

That was a dumb thing to say, but I had to say it. Bill picked up a large goalie stick of a paddle and gave me one really hard one that went right through the messy diaper. The shock made me drop my spoon of porridge and my feet would have been kicking if I wasn't tied down. Again another lecture punctuated by hard swats.

"Does... this... seem... like... a... dream?!?"

"No Cane Master!" I shouted, "thank you Cane Master for the reality."

"You swore at one of the greatest men in the Coalition. Security had to intervene. That nice old man verbally chastised the Secret Police Officer and Jane for what he called a natural reaction. Because of you, she and you are banished from Vacation Planet until you earn your freedom.

"Meanwhile I was making a great deal to run some home-made Ancient Hooch back to Free Skyes at a monstrous profit. All I have to do is to wait the four days Mistress Jane, your future wife, arranged for you two to spend with the family. So we're hiding out here. I owe it to Prince Otto for his ship to make some profit, we don't gallivant in space.

"And that's another thing; he told me that he never fully believed Jane's vision that you two would become husband and wife. He read your future just by holding your hands. He likes you. Says you bring out the best in her. Now you got me there."

"What did he see when he held my face," I had to ask.

"He did what?"

"He touched my face with his warm hands and looked into my eyes. What did he do that for?"

"Gee maybe he does have his own kinks," said Bill for a stunned moment. "Well it doesn't matter," he snapped back into control. "He wants me to help you two kids fall in love with each other, so I'm not going to let you both screw each other."

"Well who says I want to screw a porn star?"

"Eat your dinner or I'll have Soupy water it down and enema it into you."

So I ate the meal and despite the crappy diaper I ended being as horny as a three balled alley cat. Sometime later Soupy came back and through the technical magic of the horse my hands and feet elevated my torso off the horse so that he could put a bucket under me. He inserted speculum up my asshole after cleaning my butt and forced my anus open. Using a small hose he inserted it into my bottom and flushed me out.

Just when you felt there was no limits to the humiliations I had to go through a speculum enema was another level. Soupy could see right into me and took a good look of what was in me. He played with the nozzle, my balls and cock and milked me. It was not my idea of a good time as my cum dripped out of me.

"You finished with him," Bill asked Soupy.

"Almost," said Soupy, "he sure hates being milked," he laughed as he carried away all his enema equipment and I was lowered back over the horse.

"Okay," said Bill as the magnetic locks released me, "get over here."

He was standing at the foot of the master bed and holding a penis-gage. Reluctantly I went to him knowing full well I was in for more punishment. Once the gage was strapped into place he took out a remote control and my wrist locked together. He adjusted it, and I was lifted to the left foot post of the large bed. Bill made a big show of him putting on a rubber glove while Soupy held my legs apart. He then held up a jar with some bright red cream inside in. I could smell the slight sent of menthol. I tried to struggle but he put two finger-full's of the stuff up my ass. Struggle as I tried my ankles were then locked to either side of the post. The four poster bed was very solid, and the posts about a foot wide at the base with ornamental carving. With the waist belt locked against the post the carving of a penis pressed between my bottom cheeks but not into me. A good ass fucking would eliminate the ointment, but it didn't happen. 

"What's that stuff," asked Soupy foolishly.

Bill expertly shoved him over one knee while still standing, dropped Soupy's pants and thong panties then invaded his ass with the same two fingers. Soupy howled with pain and pleasure. Bill left the master bedroom as Soupy chased after him pulling up his trousers. Just when I felt the pain up my asshole and cock couldn't get worse it did.

The lights in the room dimmed dark except for the lights in the top of the four postured canopy bed. Laura led Jane by a leash into the room. They were both naked and fresh from the shower and Jane was very submissive to Laura. It was humiliating as the two of them made love in the bed at my feet. I had to strain and listen to them.

"I don't want to do this Laura," pleaded Jane as she spread her legs to Laura's gentle hands.

"Too bad," whispered Laura, "you wanted a Fucking Good Vacation, and you're getting it."

"I want his cock in me," moaned Jane.

"You had his cock in you."

"It was too fast. I was in such a hurry," she started to cry. "Please don't do this to me."

Laura coolly moved off the bed and picked up a cell phone. She was whispering, but I could still hear her. Worse still I could also hear Bill's voice coming into her ear.

"Sir, she said the safe word. We can't go any further."

"Okay hand her up on the opposite bed-post, gage her too. And use the ass-hole cream. She can have a horny time too."

So that's how we spent the night together, hanging there; facing each other. I was fascinated by her tits and the way they moved as she breather. She watched me too, I had no idea what she was thinking. It was the beginning or an interesting relationship.

We both woke up that morning in bed together. Somehow, I guess pure exhaustion allowed them to take us down and put us into bed together. We both lustfully touched each other but were hit to a sudden stop. We were both wearing chastity belts.

"I can't touch your," I said, then stopped, "sorry Mistress."

"Stop that Mistress stuff," she told me, "I just want your cock."

"Good luck," I groaned.

"We can do other things beside fuck," she smiled and kissed me. We were both very horny and frustrated. No amount of hip grinding could please either of us. I was able to suck on Jane's breast like a starving new-born, and she did mine.

"How long have you two been up," asked Laura.

"A little over an hour," said Jane not even looking at a clock.

"Well time for breakfast," said Jane. "We have another busy day and a test for Mister Jones here."

I watched Jane get dressed but Laura would not indulge me, she grabbed me by the ear and lead me out of the Master Bedroom. She pointed to a pair of high-heeled shoes for me to wear and I reluctantly put them on. The metal floors and grating can be hard on the feet. Once in the longue she went to the kitchenette to fix herself a cup of coffee.

"So," I asked looking at Bill reading his electro clipboard, Soupy watching TV while eating a bowel of cereal. "Where's my normal drab meal?"

"You can fix it yourself," said Bill, "the safe word was called, I don't need a horny sex slave running about. Fix it yourself."

"Okay," I said looking in the fridge, "ahh, I never chose my own food before."

"Say what," said Bill looking up.

"Well," I was rather embarrassed, "my room Android kept careful track of what I ate, and made sure I would exercise every day. I, er, well..."

"Well what," said Laura.

"We Earthmen are by nature lazy," I confessed. "We don't eat right, don't exercise enough. If I didn't have Mandy on my ass all day long I would be a gross fat-body."

"Who's Mandy," asked Soupy.

"It was his room-android," said Jane, "a BOSS Agent broke it. I read the file too, he has to be watched and motivated to exercise every day. Earthmen are a very primitive race."

"Fine," said Bill, "you brought him here, you exercise him and feed him. But he's still here for entertainment."

"Oh," asked Jane.

"That's right," said Bill getting up and picking up a rattan cane. "Bend over the spanking post Mister Jones, test time." 

I cringed like a monster cock was about to enter my ass as I bent over the spanking post. That darn TV was too noisy with cartoons on for me to overhear the argument between Jane and Bill, but Bill won. Even with the chastity belt on it was only a thin belt of what felt like thin leather up the crack of my ass but it had some composites in it making it unbreakable. The cane stroked my ass and I waited for what came next.

"Who's Frank," asked Bill.

"Frank?" 

"Wrong," the cane hit hard and I found it hard to stay still. "I'm talking about the book you read yesterday," said Bill. "Do I need to repeat the question?"

"Frank is the name of the family line of Ancients who had Zero Talent," I said quickly putting his half question in the context of the book.

"What is the True Leaders?"

"The True Leaders was the name of the organization that Prince Johnass Fracisco von Studdlebock put together in a reign of terror when he took over the crown of the Middle Kingdom."

"Was over-throwing him legal," asked Laura.

"Morally illegal," I said, then quickly added, "but to the victors come legitimacy and the Sons of Frank saved the planet."

"Humm," smiled Bill as the cane stroked my ass, but no stroke landed. "That was not in the book, but you did well." Then to the others, "any other questions?"

"I have one," I had to ask.

"This better be good," said Bill as the cane touched the angry welt on my ass.

"I only read one book," I explained, "that can only be one version of the Prince Johnass story. I don't want to be some parrot spouting the official party line. Can I do research and, well, understand it a bit better?"

"That's a darn good question," said Bill. "Did you pack his lap-top," he asked Jane.

"I did," she said.

"Okay," said Bill, "if nobody is playing with you then you can do research and have a five thousand word essay ready for me by the time we hit deep space again."

"I thought we were supposed to be celibate," said Jane.

"No," said Bill, "you are celibate because you said the safe word. Mister Jones here is a Sex Slave that you said we can share. Now you can watch, but no touch, or don't watch. He has to earn his way out of that collar before you can marry him."

"Well maybe I don't want to marry him," said Jane defiantly.

"Me," I blurted, "opps." That earned me three strokes of the cane before Bill continued.

"Now we all have needs too," said Bill. "Personally I can't understand why your Grandpa likes him, and he says you two will be married. So fix him some breakfast, have a session on the ship's gym with him, then back to work. Lock him in the Master Bedroom." He turned and looked me in the eye. "And you can try to whack off as much as you want. Also that chastity belt will work on a normal toilet, use the bidet to wash and it has a blow dryer. And you better do a good job or the belt will lick you clean."

I then endured an hour long lecture by Jane on how I had no idea on what to eat or being so lazy about exercise. The worse she could do was a few hand slaps to keep me running on the tread-mill as I had to keep up with her. She increased my levels of physical work-out to be that of an Ancient since sixty-two point eight percent of my DNA was Ancient. I was exhausted and needed a nap, but Soupy had other ideas. He took me into the shower for a long soak and a little gay sex. I was still a working boy.

"You two having a nice time," Bill asked us as Soupy closed the chastity belt on me.

"Yes sir," smiled Soupy, "I did enjoy my morning break Cane Master sir."

"Alright back to work," he told him. Then to me, "I'm going to have to lock you in the room. You can use your lap-top to do your study on Prince Johnass Fracisco von Studdlebock. The entertainment centre is switched off, you can listen to shipboard music, but that's it. Jane will come by with your lunch."

I had a slight giggling fit as I sat down at the desk and opened my lap-top. No matter where you go, you can't really be a 24/7 sex whatever, you still had to pay the bills. Jane and her fuck buddies still had to make sure the ship was serviced and maintained. It was almost like my uncle's sail-boat back on the Great Lakes, you still had to clean up and maintenance. 

Jane came in with my lunch and some clothing for me. I guess my skills as an unskilled labourer did come into use. We ate lunch and then I went out to join the crew. I was given a little scrub-brush and hand to reach around the ship's star-torpedoes.

"Star-torpedoes," I said looking at what looked like an old World War Two torpedo with oversized fins and a rocket engine. 

"Yea," said Jane as she worked the other side. "There's a war on, we have to be able to shoot back."

"How many do we have on this ship," I asked looking about.

"Twenty-four," she sighed, "atmospheric debris, dust and all get caught in these grooves. So get to work. Bill will chew me out, and then he'll beat your ass."

"Why can't we just have them removed," I asked as I worked.

"Each torpedo cost one million," she said, "and require special equipment for rigging. Now scrub."

"So why so many," I asked some time later. "They don't do too much damage?"

"These are seven hundred megaton nuclear explosives," she explained. "All we have to do is detonate within ten miles of the target to do the damage necessary. But space, well it's big, and ships are small. Got it?"

"Okay," I said figuring she was getting upset.

So that's how it went for the next two days. If the crew needed me to do some ugly jobs like clean out the toilets, drain out the septic tank, or give oral sex to the crew I was there. Although cleaning the septic tank was a bit much and I ended up puking my guts out. Laura laughed, put on a filter mask and did the job she would normally do. The last day that we there however was a problem for Bill and he had to talk to the two of us.

"Now here's the situation," Bill pointed out. "I have to take the ship down to the planet and pick up the cargo. But I can't take the two of you down there. Now for Al, here the answer is simple, I can lease him to one of the Brothels here and they can use him for the next six hours. Problem is, if I leave you here Jane; you can find somebody to take that chastity belt off yourself and go fuck Al. So I need an answer; will you do as your Grandpa has told you and stay away from him?"

"Why do you have to have him work as a prostitute," she pouted. 

"Because no matter how near or far away from you that's his job," explained Bill. "He's got a nice cute tight ass." He had to say that and embarrass me. "That aside, I already contacted a brothel that is not connected to the Boom-boom Room and they definitely want to use him."

"Really?"

"Six thousand Coalition Credits worth," smiled Bill. "I checked your contract you can rent him out and keep whatever you make. Sooo, what kind of split do we want to do? I did set this up."

"Seventy thirty," sighed Jane. "Okay I'll go take in a movie or something."

"Thirty percent of six thousand not bad," smiled Bill.

"No take the seventy," said Jane, "you can financially screw me the same way the Boom-boom Room screws him."

I guess she was feeling pretty miserable at the time. She went to the bar, had a few drinks, ignored the attentions of the other bar patrons, and tried not to cry. Eventually she escaped to a private sleeping booth and cried in there. Meanwhile I had my work cut out for me.




Slave Immigrant Ch. 15



Bill kept me in ship's coverall as he led me to the Jungle Longue. Security was tight and there were lots of patrons being turned away as we went in. We met the owner of the Jungle Longue, Madame Patton. She was an ancient who was four hundred and twenty-six years old, but looked no more than forty to me.

"So this is Dirt-man," she said undressing me with her eyes. "He looks a little hairy."

"Oh," apologized Bill, "I didn't know we were supposed to keep a supply of depilatory on board the ship."

"That's okay," she smiled, "we can clean him up."

"Leave his balls alone," Bill added, "the Boom-boom Room would often video him shaving his balls live. People had to pay twenty-five mini-credits just to see that." (With that said I just wanted to shrink to the size of a mouse and hide.)

"Oh we'll have a lottery, and see who gets the honour to shave his balls."

"Oh," laughed Bill, "he'll enjoy that." He got up to go, and stopped. "You will feed him right?"

"No problem," Madame Patton smiled and watched him leave. "Zero Talents," she sighed, "so rare. You're a Zero too."

"Yes," I squeaked, "Madame Patton."

"Strip," she ordered. The mirrored wall suddenly folded open to a longue filled with Ancients, twenty women, ten men, all drop dead beautiful and dressed in the same Tarzan outfits the Governor wore. I took off my shoes and coveralls. She led me into the middle of the room among the Ancients and took off my chastity belt. I had to bend over as she inspected my asshole.

"So you were flushed out," she asked.

"Yes Madame Patton, the crew kept me clean."

"Ever see one of these," said a young woman who moved close to my face and showed a red banana. She peeled it like a banana and went behind me.

"A banana enema Mistress," I said, "never had one before. Ever," I added wondering what it would feel like. The banana slid into me like a large suppository which actually went in easy considering how difficult and tight my ass was. Then it hit me; the cream that was used to irritate and arouse me, was a creamed form of the red banana. "Oh," I cried, "please, take it out of me."

"Take it out yourself slave boy," Madam Patton smiled as she removed her conventional suit. I squatted right there on the floor and tried, but couldn't even fart.

"Where are the patrons," I asked.

"Oh we closed the place," said the same girl who inserted the banana as she helped me to my feet and directed me to a table. "This is what you call an all Ancient Brothel. We enjoy fucking visitors. And we heard lots about the Dirt-men the Boom-boom Room supplies. So you're our slave boy."

"Now lay on the table while we use depilatory on you," said one of the male Ancients who looked more like a very buff California Surfer. "Then we'll anal fuck you. That will mash the banana and give us an interesting sensation."

It was weird laying on a table and being just greased all over. The Dark Room does the same thing as you hand in thin air and sprays you. That day was totally different the staff of the Jungle Room could have worked as top models, all very blond, buff, and eager. They couldn't read my mind and had to give verbal orders, something they were not use to. I am held down with my legs apart as Madame Patton used a very wicked knife to shave my lathered balls.

There is nothing more terrifying than having a woman scrape the hair off the underside of your balls. All I could do is feel the knife scraping away at my skin and hair. Looking about I can see the expecting faces of the young men and women of the Brothel watching their Mistress. That was only the start of the orgy that soon took place. 

Madame Patton and two other girls gave me a three-way blow job while a man's penis went into my mouth. Someone guided my hand to their vagina and I finger fucked her as my other hand had another penis placed in it. It was a blur of sex and bodies. At one point I was in a baloney sandwich; fucking one woman on top while a man took me up the ass. Finally the banana was being mashed out of my body. A long time later we rested in a heap while a fruit cocktail drinks were passed about.

"So," one of the women asked me, "do you do large parties often?"

"No," I replied truthfully, "the most was four at once. Normally I am spanked as a bad-boy to perform for individual customers."

"Spanked," one laughed, "like a child?"

"Yea," I confessed, "many people are sexually turned on by being spanked. And lots like to punish naughty boys. I rarely spank anybody."

"People get turned on by being spanked," one girl asked.

"Yes." 

"Show me," she said pushing out her naked ass.

"This way," I said taking her wrist and pulling her across my lap. I gave her a few slaps on the bottom and she ouched and sighed. Interestingly enough so did three others. "What are you crying about," I asked one young woman who held her ass as if she was smacked.

"Mind Link," she confessed, "it's a Talent. What she feels I feel, this is interesting. Can I be spanked next?"

Before I knew it, the tables changed, I was in charge. That time I made sure I would satisfy and control them all properly. My hand got pretty sore as I reddened every ass in the room, including Madame Patton. I politely asked if I could red banana one of the boys to which they all begged to be done by me. I only did three of them and it was wonderful. The experience was intense. More than just fucking a warm body, it's a body on fire and the sensation rushes up my cock and balls. I practically faint in multiple orgasms which shake my half human body.

All good things had to come to an end. Madame Patton questioned me during a rest-break and found that it was my ass on the receiving end of spankings. Every member of the brothel had me across their lap and gave me a dozen. Madame Patton then used her riding crop, a gift from a patron. By the time Bill arrived I had a very swollen ass and crop welts from the shoulders to just above the back of the knees.

Bill looked me over and made sure the belt was locked in place before he told me to put on my coveralls. Jane looked slightly shocked, but a nod from Madame Patton made her smile. We were about to leave when she stopped us.

"I have a gift for Mister Jones here," she said holding up a container, "I am allowed to tip."

"That's correct," said Bill. She gave me the box and smiled to Jane who giggled and nodded.

"The box has a six month freshness," she told me along the corridors to the ship. "Maybe Soupy would like one." I giggled and kept up with Bill.

Bill kept me celibate for the rest of the trip, but did let me put a red banana up Soupy's ass and hear him scream. I slept the last night the same way the last five, in bed with Jane, neither of us able to have any kind of sex. We were allowed to talk, well at least while the three fuck-buddies decided how to relieve Soupy of the red banana.



Slave Immigrant Ch. 16



After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. So I guess Human Recourses had me figured out correctly. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websites were tracked alright, but not by Homeland Security. I was a 24/7 Bonded Sex Slave with a 5 million credit debt to pay off. Worse still I didn't have any say on how or what I would be doing, I wasn't a citizen. After taking a Citizenship Test all that changed.

After having a very short trip to and from the home planet of the Ancients I learned a lot more about Jane Speedwell than I ever did watching her porn videos. Her Uncle refused to allow me on the planet while I was still a bonded slave and that made for some interesting situations. Bill the ship's chief engineer gave me a reading assignment which was way too easy. So I asked to do a proper University Level Paper on the subject of Prince Johnass Fracisco von Studdlebock and his short reign of terror in the Middle Kingdom star sector. 

As an aside, highly technical planets can claim territory and control of their sun and planets within its rotational pull. So you don't say the planet Middle Kingdom, namely because they control and run a terra-formed planet and about one hundred other manmade/natural satalight communities. So it's a whole star system. So pardon me for sounding like some University type.

I had to read my paper out loud to Bill and the crew. Not standing in front of them in a suit like a lecturer, or in short pants like a school-boy. I was naked, bend over the spanking horse, naked ass in the air waiting for the cane. Personally I liked being an Unskilled Labourer for Bill. He never punished me after he laid down the law. Since then I tried real hard not to displease him. I looked about when I finished my reading.

"Pass," chirped Soupy, "he didn't put me to sleep."

"I'd have to agree with Soupy," said Laura, "he covered all aspects rather well and Prince Johnass Fracisco von Studdlebock's crimes suit the punishment. I think it should be posted on a website some place."

"Jane," asked Bill. "You are very quiet."

"Keep your eyes on the floor," she snapped. "He should be punished for looking about. He should have remained anonymous while working at the Boom-boom Room and met me on the mall someplace. I'm in love with a guy I can't screw, and he has to screw probably as many people I did when I worked in the Entertainment Industry. How did all of this happen to me?" She leaned against my naked ass and cried into it. She kissed my ass then desperately asked, "is there some way we could run away?"

"And not get caught," asked Bill quietly moving closer towards her. At the same time my cuffs were locked to horse as he casually slipped a gage into my mouth before I could speak. "It can be done. But would you let the Bad Guys get away with it."

"The Bad Guys," said Jane snapping back to reality.

"Sure, what will it do to the War Effort if you ran away from your duty? What if they had something to do with you meeting Mister Jones here before he is a free man? Would you still be in love with him if he was the biggest whore in Central City? Let alone go out with a man whose balls and seen every other day on the internet as he shaves them. Would you hold that against him?"

"No I wouldn't."

"And you Mister Jones," he magnets released me and he took the gage out of my mouth. "How would you feel about being seen with a woman who's publically fucked more men than Pamala Anderson?"

"You don't know how twisted I am," I told him truthfully. "But this little adventure, Talents, Magic, Wizards, okay, yes I will marry her when I become free of my contract." Then to her, "can you take me with all my faults?"

"Before we go to bed every night I'll get to the seat of your problems," she smiled. An alarm sounded, "Alert stations, Entering Free Skyes."

*****

Two hours later we walked back to the Rotunda of the Boom-boom Room and met the Desk Clerk. He processed the final bill to Jane who was still wearing her star ship coveralls. She decided to spend the rest of her vacation travelling since she can't go home without a free me. As for me, I was back in the glass chastity belt, gemmed butt-plug, and Marry-Janes.

"Mister Jones," said the Clerk, "go straight to your room Mister John-Lee will meet you there. And carry your own luggage we don't have robots carrying the staff's luggage."

"Yes sir," I grumbled as a service robot dropped my suitcase with a satisfied series of beeps and chirps. "Well back to work for me Major Speedwell."

"You too Mister Pontiac Jones," she laughed.

"I can't help but wonder what you'll be doing tonight."

"Oh, probably eating supper with my cousin Otto. What about you?"

"He'll probably be on the receiving end of a good whipping if he doesn't move his ass," snapped the desk clerk.

I just got into my room/apartment when Mike came in behind me. The room seemed the same, just a little stale since nobody has been in it for a week. Mike on the other hand had changed quite a bit. He went from sloppy hotel staff/janitor to wearing a suit and looking more like a butler.

"Hey Mike," I smiled and gave him a hug, "nice threads you doing some special courtesan duty?"

"I'm the floor supervisor," he snapped and gave me a look that made me want to drop to my knees. "So it's Mister John-Lee when on duty. Mike when I'm off, which is not too often. You know a few BOSS Agents busted the room Android."

"What is BOSS, I've heard that a few times already."

"The Bureau of State Security, secret agents hired by the Planetary Governor. To which by the way his office sent you a gift." He pointed a remote control to the room android alcove and a squat thing moved out of it.

"Hello Mister Jones," said the non-mechanical, but definitely the voice of Mandy the Room Android.

"Mandy," I exclaimed. It stepped into the light and was well still the same height of five foot eight inches, now with very human like skin, raven black hair, and forty pound overweight. "Ouch you are,-"

"Say it and I'll paddle the fat out of your ass," it snapped.

"Save the reunion for later," snapped Mister John-Lee, "you got two hours to get cleaned up. Including the apartment. Your client is the lowest bidder in taking you for a full-time contract."

"Full-time."

"Yes that means you will move in with her and be at her service 24/7. You android will tag along if she wants it."

"Who's the client?"

"I'm not telling you," smirked Mike, "it might be Jane Speedwell or some horny old cougar who wants a young stud ready at the door. So make this place and yourself presentable. She like cold white wine, got it?"

"Yes sir," I said. "You're doing a good job sir," I called as he headed out. Then to Mandy, "this place smells stale, can we freshen it up."

"You need to step into the Dark Room," Mandy told me, "I'll get out the vacuum and do some cleaning."

The Dark Room was still not adjusted for the heightened sensitivity of the Ancient physic. The catheters went up my bum, into my penis, nose, ears and down my throat. Small insect-like pads rested on my eyes keeping them closed as even my eyelashes were cleaned. It felt like Lake Erie was up my ass as I farted it out then inserted itself again into me. Eventually I stepped out refreshed, and clean.

"How long was I inside," I asked Mandy as the apartment looked cleaner.

"Just over an hour and a half," it snapped, "you were obviously very dirty. Didn't they wash you?"

"No to the sanitary standards of the Boom-boom Room," I smiled and looked at the cloths Mandy laid out for me. "What kind of clothes are these?"

"Middle of the road Free Skyes fashion," explained Mandy, "more like Walmart," it added in Earth English. 

"Okay," I said not saying the Earth English word and quickly dressing. It was male clothing, briefs, socks, trousers, shirt, loafers and a V-neck sweater. "This place needs something," I said rushing to the kitchen.

"Mister Jones," snapped Mandy as she waddled behind me wearing something Julia Childes would wear. "You are expected to be at the door with a cold glass of wine in your hands. You don't have to cook till she tells you to."

"What do we have here," I asked looking at a fully stocked fridge with fresh meats. "Middle Class clothes and high class food?"

"Not that high class," said Mandy, "you will have to do the cooking. Most rich folks are too busy to cook and eat out."

"Here we go," I smiled taking out what looked like a cookie sheet and a bottle of what smelled like vanilla. I put a few drops of vanilla on the sheet ordered the stove to two fifty and left the door partly open.

"What are you cooking," demanded Mandy.

"You can spank me later if this doesn't work," I said as I quickly went about the room dusting and adjusting things. "You didn't train me for nothing, and I do study outside the box." The doorbell rang, "its Showtime," I smiled. 

I opened the door and met my client. She was I guess what people on Free Skyes would call a cougar. She looked no more than forty, but was actually a hundred and ten. Tall, stern, and wearing conservative clothing she looked down at me.

"Hello," I said. 

"Nice greeting," she said in a manner more like a tired school teacher. "Are you Pontiac Jones?"

"Yes Mistress," I said taking a glass of chilled white wine from Mandy. "Please come in," I moved aside letting her into the room. "Your wine," I offered to her.

"Who's the fat woman," she pointed to Mandy.

"Ah," I swallowed, "that is Mandy my personal android and trainer."

"Trainer," she half laughed, "I never heard of a Sex Slave with a personal trainer, let alone an android."

"I was a gift from an anonymous friend of Mister Jones," explained Mandy. "I am an upgraded Mark Twelve personal android with special programming and fittings to make sure he is in top notch condition."

"Really," she said scowling at me.

"Earthmen are notoriously lazy," Mandy mock whispered to her. "I have to give him at least a dozen swats on the bare bottom to get him through a daily training work-out."

"Well that sounds like fun," she said as she sauntered about and relaxed in one of the recliners and leaned back raising her feet.

"Can I massage your feet," I said kneeling down and reaching to take off her shoes.

"That would be nice," she sighed, "it's been a long day and not too bitchy." I worked on her feet. "Oh that's nice, most of the time I would just love to have you bent over and spank that young bottom of yours red."

"If it pleases you," I told her, "the ottoman can rise to a spanking horse, I'll drop my trousers and bend over."

"Yea," she smiled, "later. What's that smell?"

"Oh I was making cookies earlier," I mock confessed. "I shared them with some friends before you came."

"How nice," she smiled, "by the way I'm Wanda Stelmac, I'm a long term school teacher and I have an apartment here in the Free Zone. And yes, I have enough in savings to put down a bond on you. So don't fool yourself."

"Yes Mistress," I bent down and began sucking her toes. 

"Don't think you can get away with doing my feet all night, your android can do that while you cook for me."

"What would you like, white meat to match the wine?"

"Fix me something to go with some red meat, I'd like a steak tonight. Can you cook steak Earth-boy?"

"Electric stove, gas stove, charcoal or over a wood fire, I'm your boy-toy." I got up and nodded to Mandy who took over for me and headed into the kitchenette. "Oh," I rushed back, "how do you like your steak Mistress, burned, cooked, or bloody as hell?"

"Well," she smiled, "bloody as hell seems interesting."

I then made sure about food allergies and preferences before I headed back. Like most discount kitchens mine was electric and frying was the only option. I chose the proper side-dishes and unlike the cheep meals steak required me to work at it. Eventually Wanda got curious and invaded the kitchen.

"So how are you doing?"

"Almost done," I said as I drained the vegetables. "Mashed potatoes alright, I'm hand mashing them."

"I'll survive the lumps," she caressed my ass. "Do they beat you often?"

"Only when I'm a bad boy," I told her truthfully. "I didn't want to present a sore ass to you."

"And why is that?"

"Because whatever punishment I get from say Mandy; you may give me may double."

"Can I help?"

"Sure," I said, "watch the steaks, and I'll set the table. May I sit and enjoy dinner with you?"

"Well, this time is okay. But if I'm in a bitchy mood, you'll eat on the floor with your hands like a small child. And forget the charm; I'll be spanking you good. Do I need a reason to spank you?"

"Of course not Mistress Stelmac I'm here to please you."

I quickly made the table and went back to the kitchen. Mistress Stelmac sat at the table and watched me. I kept myself calm and concentrated on my work. We made small talk through the dinner. I enjoyed every bite of it, so much better than slave food.

"You wolfed that down like it was your last meal," said Mistress Stelmac.

"I don't eat this well," I confessed. "Mandy will quickly tell you that I am normally fed Boom-boom Room approved slave meals and sometimes in a rather humiliating methods as well. It has an interesting repertoire of methods of feeding me. So," I said changing the subject, "what can I do to please you."

"Strip," she ordered. 

I pulled off the sweater and then my shoes and socks. Her eyes followed me and ate me hungrily. I moved at a medium speed, not caring where my clothes landed or if there were neatly folded. If she wanted them folded she would tell me. Finally I took off my underpants and waited to see her re-action to my penis.

"Interesting," she reached over and grabbed hold of my member. "How do you Earthmen rate this?"

"Medium to small," I shrugged, "according to Boom-boom Room records most women prefer a smaller more comfortable package. Except for Heredshe they find it rather large."

"Large by Heredshe standards," she laughed. "Well I knew how big you were before I came here. I have exacting standards when I can afford it. And you are getting aroused too. I guess I'll have to tame you, bend over the horse." 

I didn't have shackles on, but was disciplined enough to bend over and hold a submissive position. Mandy showed her the toy closet which contained a selection of whips, paddles, belts, and other punishment toys that the customers can use. There were lots of reflective surfaces in the apartment and I could see her select a standard school strap. Free Skyes hasn't used the strap in their school systems at all except for rare free-zone advanced school where discipline went from discipline to rewards.

Whack! Landed he belt and I felt like a layer of skin was being peeled off my ass. She continued till my cock went limp and I was on the verge of crying. I wasn't sure how many it was the school strap was definitely nasty. The room was quiet for a long time.

"Get up and come over here," she ordered.

She had spread a blanket on the sofa, and it was apparent we were going to make love right there. I knelt beside her feet and kissed each of them. She spread her legs and I slowly kissed and switched from one leg to the other up her legs. Lifting her skirt I kissed her tummy and her white panel panties. I worked at her crotch till she lifted her ass and allowed me to take off her panties. Once they were off; I began licking her vagina and clitoris. It took concentration if she grinded towards my face I had to bear down. If she pulled back, I let off. She raised her ass and I slide one hand under her. Since she was not Heredshe I attempted to slide a finger up her ass. She complied and I finger fucked her asshole while still licking her love hole. When she came, she put her hand over her crotch and I pulled off.

She sat up and waved towards her back and I reached around and ran down her back zipper. In an almost frantic effort she pulled her dress over her head and tossed it aside. Next came her support bra, again white plain but her breast; magnificent. For somebody one hundred and four she had a pair of magnificent D-cups and I was hungry. She relaxed as I laid on top of her and suckled on each breast. 

"Fuck me," she ordered, "put it in."

"Do you want to guide it," I asked.

She grinned and grabbed my cock. I rarely if ever would put my dick into a woman. I did it once wrong and went up her ass. That ruined an otherwise perfect evening.

I gently humped her, I was a slave, and it was more mechanical to me. I was there for her pleasure so I concentrated on her. Besides, it could be worse; if she wasn't satisfied she might use the school strap on me again. I worked to match her movements till it came to the point where she was thrashing and scratching my back. With a good strong thrust I pounded her till I heard he shutter and come. I squeezed and held her as her breathing returned to normal.

"That was good," she gasped, "did you come?"

"No Mistress," I confessed, "I'm so close, but I wasn't sure if I needed your permission."

"Hehehe," she laughed, "get up and come in my mouth." So I stood up and jerked off into her mouth.

"Would you like some wine with your Earthman seed," I asked signalling Mandy.

"Yes," she said and I gave her a glass or red wine. "Why don't you have another glass."

"My limit is one Mistress," I lied.

"One!"

"Boom-boom Room Rules Mistress," explained Mandy. "Slaves are only allowed one drink limit a day. But I do have some Slave Beer for him."

"Slave Beer," asked Mistress Stelmac, "I saw that in the news. It's a carbonated energy drink correct?"

"Aphrodisiac," I told her taking the mug, "these things make me horny as hell. Do you want me to drink it?"

"The night is young," she leaned back. "drink it. If I spend the night will you need diapers?"

"Well you could let me get up and use the bathroom."

"He hates diapers," giggled Mandy.

"Too bad," she chuckled, "I like my men to stay in bed all night. So if I win the bid, will you come too Mandy to change his diapers?"

"Yes at no extra charge," explained Mandy. "I can assist you, milk him, but mainly keep him clean, and healthy. You may think nothing about exercising in the morning or on the way home from work. Earthmen are lazy and need a good swift kick in the ass to get going."

"You kick him too?"

"Naa, a good hand to the butt is all he needs. Kicking, makes him angry, same thing with face slapping too."

"What about butt-fucking?"

"Oh he's good at submitting to that, but needs some ass training. He's part Ancient and heals quickly. So it may mean a few months of a butt-plug up his ass. Bend over for inspection," it told me.

It was humiliating being talked about like you were a possession and not real. I wish I knew why I loved that kind of humiliating attention. While your asshole might be the last private spot on your body Mandy and Wanda Stelmac discussed various forms of bleaches to keep my pie-hole the same colour as the rest of my skin. I never realized how much maintenance went into my body. The Dark Room actually used depilatories to keep my body hairless, and special cups on my balls so that I could do the ritual of shaving my balls. Dark Rooms cost about three hundred credits a month and extra for the other cleansers on my body. 

"We also have a new line of dildos," continued Mandy. "We started with the Mister Pontiac Jones dildo, the exact same size as Pontiac Jones himself."

"Really," she asked, "why?"

"What better way to humiliate a man is to fuck him with his own cock?"

"Is that true," Mistress Stelmac asked me.




Slave Immigrant Ch. 16



"Yes Mistress," I shrugged leaning against the table. "Don't forget the Pontiac Jones butt-plug. The proto-type model is in my personal possessions. My last customer had it up my ass for three days. And it still hurts going in."

"Well now," said Mistress Stelmac to Mandy, "do you folks have some strap-ons available?"

There is a thin line between trainer and torturer and Mandy's programmer walked dangerously close towards the deep end. Part of it was like a used car salesman a shrill for the Boom-boom Room and had a wide selection of toys available for use, rental or purchase to take home. Selling toys based on my dick was on my "To Do List" but somebody beat me to the punch. Two well lubricated fingers gently invaded my tight ass.

"Careful Mistress," advised Mandy.

"I've been fucking men for a very long time young lady," snapped Mistress Stelmac.

"Madam, I am a-"

"Mark Twelve Android," I cut it off. I hated that speech on how high and mighty a Mark Twelve was.

"Upgraded Mark Twelve," said Mandy as she flecked at my nose.

"Well you still look very much like a real person," said Mistress Stelmac as she pulled the Android close to her and kissed it full on the lips. "You taste real too."

"Androids get better every year," said Mandy as it seemed to sigh and have to the Mistress's hands. "Brand new I would cost about 10 Million Credits, used as I am 3 Million. I belong to this lowly Class Eight Courtesan, and he is far cheaper."

"Maybe I'll lock him in a closet and just fuck you," she hissed as she pounded the strap-on's dick harder into me.

"I'll automatically shut down," moaned Mandy as one hand held me down on the table and the other one groped her ass. "Programming, we'll put a butt-plug up his ass, tie him up and have him watch. It will be educational."

"I'm a teacher, if he does it wrong he'll have to do it over again." She groaned and began pumping harder and harder into me. She shrieked like a banshee as she came and then kept on pumping. "I can do this all night if want to. Coming just makes me want to have more. Do you feel like coming slave."

"Sorry not yet Mistress," I groaned. Her fucking was going in and out of my shit-hole and not against my prostrate. I hate having to be painfully honest. As long as she doesn't give me a over the knee spanking and ask if I've had enough? My answer would be no.

"Earth-humans are difficult," explained Mandy, "there is lots of information claiming they can climax after fifteen minutes; the Boom-boom Room security has found an average of a half hour."

"Skip aerobics," laughed Mistress Stelmac, "I'll just butt-fuck him every morning."

"Ouch," I gasped at that thought, "I may actually like that too." Penetration adjusted; looking at the mirror I could see Mandy was helping her. My body pulsed. "Permission to cum," I asked.

"Catch his cum," she told Mandy, "I want to see what all the trivia-spam was about." Then to me, "hold it back,... hold it.... hold it.... now cum."

I moaned like cow in heat as I let loose. I jerked in multiple orgasms that left me exhausted. Then when my vision cleared that horny old cougar was having sex with my android. She gave a whole new meaning to the expression cougar, which was the first time I had a four hour session with no breaks. She even gave me a good-bye spanking as she headed out the door.

The door opened and Mike, excuse me, Mister John-Lee, Anthony Del Torro and his pet Lady Fantomyia were waiting outside. Mister John-Lee made polite noises to Mistress Stelmac as Anthony and Fatomyia were very polite as well. This was starting to look like some sort of Comedy/Farce so I played dumb and waited.

"Mister Jones," said Mister John-Lee formally, "I do believe you know your Accounts Manager/Lawyer Mister Del Torro I can only allow them one hour of your time. You have a busy schedule ahead of you. There are only two outstanding bids on your services, one will meet you at about eight tomorrow for a four hour inspection. After that; the mandatory health rest period of four hours followed by the last inspection."

"I thought there were four bidders," I asked.

"One dropped out, your price is getting rather high."

"Hey," snapped Anthony, "I'm on the clock here, so can you move your pretty fanny."

"Of course sir," sighed Mister John-Lee as he left.

"Why'd you have to be rude to him," I snapped at Anthony once the sound-proof door was closed. "Mike's a nice guy."

"Hey," laughed Anthony, "I'm in character here."

"Since when did you become my Manager?"

"We paid off your Lawyer and forged some signatures," said Lady Fantomyia straightening up and looking about the room. "The monitors switched off the minute you closed the door. Good, new Management is complying quite well."

"Hey," snapped Anthony, "if our order we not cut we'd be Couple Number Four and moving into our apartment."

"More like my property slave," snapped Fantomyia at him. Anthony switched personalities and almost shrunk in size and became her slave.

"Your slave," I asked, "I thought you were his slave/toy?"

"I love the multiple layers of things," she smiled and looked over Mandy. "Like what I did with your broken toys?"

"What do you mean."

"Well after you blasted Bruno's head open and that Mark Nine was falling apart, I scrounged. Bruno's body, a new head, transferred some core programs, Mark Fourteen improvements. Presto-change-oh the New Mandy. Prince Otto approved, we gave it back to you, permanently."

"Good thing you are basically a Submissive," added Anthony, "you Earthmen are just plain lazy. What would you do with twenty million Dollars?"

"Oh man, sit back and relax."

"Exactly," continued Anthony, "over half of lottery winners die of over partying and the other take their health problems to a spa. With Mandy on your ass tending to your spanking fetish, you can live a long time."

"So why did you become my Manager if you intend to leave."

"We have six months," explained Fantomyia, "plenty of time to set up your finances depending on who owns you and leave you with a good Manager while you finish your contract."

"And if that old lady gets her hands on you," added Anthony, "it may be twenty years from now."

"That's how long her last two personal servants lasted."

"Twenty years," I cried as I gingerly sat down.

"She'll legally keep you locked up in her apartment with nothing but the internet and training courses," added Anthony. 

"Now the other two are interesting," smiled Fantomyia with a toothy grin. "One is a professional Entertainment Critic, once you can write to his style he'll employ you as a ghost critic."

"You just have to agree with his esoteric point of view," added Anthony. "His aids last anywhere from one to ten years."

"Well that doesn't sound too bad," I smiled, "I took film criticism in University."

"If you piss him off too often," warned Fantomyia, as she curled into my lap, "he'll put you back on the market. Do you want to be sold back to the Boom-boom Room?"

"I do alright here," I said uncomfortably as she pushed my swollen sore butt into the chair.

"You have no idea of how many space tramps come through here," said Anthony who respectfully stayed in place.

"Then there is couple number three," said Fantomyia, "I don't know where they got the money. We suspect a corporate backer."

"That could either screw the hell out of you," added Anthony. "That's why we're here watching you and the others."

"Why?"

"TJ pleaded guilty way too fast," said Fnatomyia as she slid of my lap and to the floor between my legs. She played with my cock making me hard. "Top Secret, don't think about it. I detest shoot-outs. Now relax, get hard, time is short and this time I will taste you." She started licking my inner thighs. 

"You just going to stand there and watch," I gasped looking at Anthony.

"He's my slave," she told me. "Anthony, drop your pants and show him how much I own you."

"Yes Lady Fantomyia," she sighed and undid his trousers. He then pulled up his shirt and jacket tails to show the heavy metal chastity belt he was wearing. "This is the tube type," he explained, "my cock is pushed down into a tight tube." He then turned around. There was a combination synthetic leather belts holding the metal front in place like a jock-strap and another metal plate up the crack of his ass. "The plate up my ass is to hold a Pontiac Medium butt-plug. Yes I have your cock up my ass, and by the great maker, you cock may not be too long; but fuck is it wide."

"Tell him the rest," she told him as she worked a finger up my ass.

"It has a GPS system, and monitors so that she can tell how horny I am. The butt-plug also has various vibrator controls so that she can milk me from a long distance. She watches me all the time."

"He enjoys it," she laughed, "and the rest."

"Please no Mistress," he started to cry.

"Tell him, or it's a very long time before I take it off you."

"She paid for a reverse penis operation on me."

"Reverse penis operation," I asked.

"Free Skyes men are born with cocks no bigger than yours," said Lady Fantomyia. "If they were not circumcised it would take one over an hour to cum. So the government in an effort to save their pathetic existence pays for enlargement and other medical procedures so that they can cum in ten minutes or less. And us Mechanicats need to ride a male for at least an hour before achieving an orgasm. Anthony is very well trained now. I once kept him locked up for two months."

"That's not too bad," I gasped as her finger rode my prostate. "Some Earthmen go chaste for a year at their Mistress's command."

"Ouch," gasped Anthony.

"I couldn't go that long without your cock," said Lady Fantomyia. "Go give him some good kisses and we'll finish off."

It was wild; Anthony sure knew how to kiss. Despite my exhaustion these two were bringing me to life. Lady Fantomyia's teeth occasionally nicked my cock making me jerk in terror. Her feline pointed teeth were made for tearing. Anthony caressed my face and back, he was better than some women I knew. I couldn't ask permission to cum, so I went. Breathing through my nose I jerked and jerked. Anthony was pulled away from me and Lady Fantomyia forced his mouth over my cock. 

"Now that is tasty," she growled as she licked her face. "Did you have a multiple orgasm?"

"Yes Lady Fantomyia," I gasped as I came into Anthony's greedy mouth. "I still have some in me."

"Continue," she said as her finger rubbed my prostrate.

"Ohh," I gasped, "I'm finished." I let out a long sigh and realized something, I didn't pass out or feel too week. "This is weird, normally maybe one or two, a couple times three spurts in my youth. I must have jerked seven times and I'm, I'm."

"Still ready," said Anthony as he finished and got up.

"Yea," I said.

"Time's up," he smiled picking up his trousers.

"Think you can fuck his ass in under fifteen minutes," Lady Fantomyia asked me.

"Sure, why not," this was interesting.

"Bend over slave," she ordered. Anthony leaned against the sofa and presented his armoured ass to me, as Lady Fantomyia took the rear-plate off and the butt-plug out. "Remember," she told me, "Free Skyes men have their prostrate in a reverse position you must rub up and milk him. You have twelve minutes." Mandy handed her a riding crop and she tapped my already sore ass.

Anthony Del Torro was no longer the arrogant Lawyer/Manager or BOSS Agent, but a whimpering slave. I took his ass hard, I wanted to cum, at least one more time that night. I humped him harder, harder, I was rising into the bliss of being a Dom. Almost there...

"Mister Jones," snapped Mister John-Lee, "I believe you are paying your Manager too much."

From where Mister John-Lee was standing he could not see through the couch, and thus not see that he was in a chastity belt. I turned and Lady Fantomyia was now sitting like a dog with the riding crop in her mouth. Anthony pulled himself away from me and on to the couch.

"See told you," he snapped at me. "That little cock is not satisfying to a real man. Now bend over," I did. The riding crop landed at least a dozen times before he stopped. "Now let that be a lesson to you. I handle the business negotiations you comply." Then to Mister John-Lee, "double the limits of his punishment levels. He's more than half Ancient, he heals three times faster and take lots more punishment. Got that?"

"Yes sir," said John-Lee making notes on his portable computer, "I'll do that."

"Pontiac," Mister John-Lee said more like the Mike I knew. He took me by the ear and bent me over the armrest of the sofa. "And to think I was going to sleep with you tonight. What do you have to say for yourself."

"Nothing," I sighed knowing what would happen no matter what. "But I'm up to satisfy your,... inner glands."

"Pay bonus," he said entering me, "I had them removed. I've lost fifteen pounds, and you didn't notice."

"Well if I said you were looking thinner you would punish me for being an ass-kisser."

Mister John-Lee laughed, agreed and fucked me to his satisfaction. He didn't sleep with me, I needed six hours of rest and got it. The next morning Mandy made me run three miles before sending me into the dark-room. I felt great and ready for the next customer.



Slave Immigrant Ch. 17



After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. I guess Human Recourses had me figured out pretty good. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websites were tracked alright, but not by Homeland Security. I was a 24/7 Bonded Sex Slave with a 5 million credit debt to pay off. Worse still I didn't have any say on how or what I would be doing, I wasn't a citizen. After taking a Citizenship Test all that changed.

Now I find myself involved in a Slave Auction. There have been lots of inquiries with Boom-boom Room management to make me a personal servant/sex slave to an individual person or family. After being put through the ringer by a hundred and ten year old cougar, BOSS Agents Lady Fantomyia and Anthony Del Torro barge into my room posing as my new Lawyer/Management team. They warn me to somehow work hard, take a low position, and pay off my bond fast. They even provide me with intelligence on the last two bidders on me. Morning inspection a gay film critic and evening inspection: a couple with some sort of corporate backing. As nervous as I was, the worst ending was to stay in the Boom-boom Room.

Mandy ran me around the apartment cleaning it, ducking into the Dark Room, I didn't even have any time to eat. I had nothing to wear, I was there for inspection and that means why waist the time to strip. I've been on enough interviews with a Dom to know they want you naked first. There was a knock at the door and I met the oddest couple of all. A man, about five foot ten, fifty pounds overweight bald with a goatee wearing a grey Free Skyes business suit. With him was a gorilla, about six foot seven shaggy, intelligent eyes, and wearing a grey Free Skyes business suit.

"Hi," the guy waved to me, he spoke with a familiar accent, "I'm Colin and this is my mate Jeff."

"And we want you to be our next house pet," said Jeff.

"Are you from Heredshe," I said to Colin.

"Hey he's smart," said Colin, "but not too bright, are you going to let us in?"

"I'm very sorry," said Mandy giving a swift swat on the bottom and moving me away so that they can come in,"he can be rather dense."

"What's with the fat chick," said Colin as he strutted about the apartment.

"Yes," said Jeff fingering Mandy's tits, "first time I ever saw a Human woman as big as me."

"Mandy is my Training Android," I quickly explained. "A gift from a rather wealth client."

"Yes Management told us," said Jeff, "we're not interested in women."

"I could change my sex," said Mandy.

"Oh heavens no," said Colin, "we don't mind our slave being bisexual. We might on occasion reward him by letting him have sex with you." Then to me, "if he doesn't mind an audience."

"No Master," I said quickly, "not at all."

"Say that to me," said Jeff.

"Say what Master Jeff," I said quickly.

"Are you some darn dirty human who thinks he's better than me," he demanded.

"No Master Jeff," I said dropping to my knees. Nose to floor ass in the air, "it would be an honour to serve and service you Master Jeff."

"Do you know what planet I come from," he asked as he ran his finger up and down the crack of my ass pausing on my asshole.

"Forgive me Master Jeff," I begged, "but this lowly un-educated slave knows not what magnificent planet you come from. Please educate me."

"I am but a political refugee from a worthless shit-hole of a system Richards," cursed Jeff down at me. "Named after Admiral Richards of the Human Empire; may his soul burn in hell forever. Those accursed pasty faced Hue-mans enslaved my people and had us doing the lowly garbage jobs they would not dare dirty their dainty hands on. So when ordered would you wipe my ass after I take a shit?"

"Yes Master Jeff," I gulped. Part of me said I would never do that, another part of me wanted to submit and please him.

"My Grandmother told stories of how she was a house slave," Jeff rumbled on.

"Here we go again," said Colin who sampled the liquor cabinet.

"She was often ordered to bend over something," he looked about, "the back of the sofa." I was really beginning to hate the way the furniture was arranged so that I was so often bent over the back of the sofa. Once into position he played with my exposed asshole and genitals. "She would have to lift her dress to her shoulders, not wear any underwear since that would slow the master down. He would beat her, then fuck her." He stopped, from a glass reflection he looked puzzled. Pants down, monstrous erection, (that'll hurt,) but he stopped. "I don't understand spanking," he asked.

"I beg your pardon," said Mandy, "it's part of his punishment fetish, he likes, but hates punishment spankings. You never punished a Human."

"Well," explained Jeff in a rather business like fashion. He pulled up his trousers and put the monster away. "Our other slaves allowed me to face slap them, punch kick, one even liked being thrown about the room. Of course I made sure they like being butt-fucked that's why we're here."

"I prefer verbal humiliation," said Colin, "but I can always learn."

"All the more reason to buy Mister Pontiac here," smiled Mandy as it opened the toy cabinet. She took out a belt and a cane. "You see I am more than just HIS personal trainer. I can teach you how to make him grovel and groan in humiliation and pain. Shall I demonstrate now or after breakfast?"

"Since he has entertained women of my species," said Colin, "I assume he can cook." 

"No problem," I chirped, but hands wouldn't let me get up. "I can cook up some breakfast cakes, eggs scrambled or omelette, and we have a great supply of toast." Ouch a firm hand hit me on the bottom.

"Are you not forgetting something," snapped Jeff. He nodded to Mandy who gave me a couple hard swats.

"Yes Masters," I cried, "please forgive this worthless slave who does not wish to offend you."

"What about fruit," this time Jeff hit me, and nearly lifted me off the couch. Mandy took over giving me a few more for good measure. "Did you feed Gorillas fresh fruit at the zoo?"

"No Master Jeff, I never did that," a few hard swats later. "I can-not control the zoo keepers but yes the Gorillas were fed fresh fruit. I assumed you would be insulted and would not care for it." This time the belt landed for another dozen blows.

"Well I like fresh fruit, now get up and make me a melody of fresh fruit items," he let me up. 

"No," said Colin, "bend him back over again, he said Masters. He was avoiding me as well." The belt landed low on the thighs a few times. "Well?"

"I was avoiding bacon Master Colin."

"What do you know about me?"

"A friend of mine had an operation," I said quickly wishing to avoid any further punishment. "He had artificial glands similar to a Heredshe male. It converts human fat into lubricate for anal sex."

"No wonder ass fucking you is so easy," commented Jeff.

"Then why avoid bacon," said Jeff.

"Oh," I said trying to think of a reason. Mandy was quick and the belt landed quickly for what seemed a long time. "Okay okay," I cried trying to stop the punishment. "He had me give him the Kiss of Submission, his ass smelled like bacon. No offence to you Master Colin." Tears rolled out of my eyes and wet my face.

"The Kiss of Submission," said Colin, "I like that. Show me slave."

Jeff and Mandy let me up and Colin was standing there waiting for me to kiss him somewhere on the face. I sunk to my knees in the position of submission, knees wide hands on floor. His body looked very large from that angle.

"Please turn around Master Colin," I asked shuttering, "I need access to your ass."

"If he hurts me in any way," he told Mandy, "I want you to thrash him good."

"Don't worry Master Colin," she assured, "you will want him to do this long, often, and maybe in public to remind him of his place."

"Please Master Colin," I said as I pressed my cheek against his trouser bottom. "Lower your trousers and underpants, it must be on the naked ass." 

"Does he want me to lift my coat too," asked Colin as he lowered his trousers and silk underpants?

"You should," suggested Mandy, "let him get a good look at your naked wonderfulness."

So he did. It was terrible, pink, hairy and very large. My dick started going limp, I hated myself, I should be aroused. I could see moisture in the crack of his ass; he was getting aroused. After kissing each butt cheek I pressed my face into the crack of his ass and cleaned his rim. Colin sighed it was indeed a new and arousing situation for him. Finally I rested my tongue on his anus, it tasted like smoked ham. I kept licking and pushing my tongue into him. 

"That was nice," said Colin as he stepped away and pulled up his trousers. "We have some time, how about that promised breakfast."

"Yes Master," I said getting up and running to the kitchen. I quickly checked the fridge and found the auto-service had supplied me with servings of fresh fruit, eggs, a bacon-like substance, (waves of fat went sideways not lengthwise,) fruit juice, and something that looked like milk. The pantry had a selection of already hot toast, 12 grain, (my favourite,) something that looked like bagels and crumpets. Back to the fridge, butter pats as well were there.

"Coffee, tea, or something special Masters," I called.

"Tea," said Master Colin, "Imperial Blend."

"I prefer buttermilk," called Jeff, "in a large glass."

"Here we go," I said laying out three settings. Jeff who was standing on Colin's right; a place on the right side. Colin to the left side of the table with his tea ready. And myself facing them, kitchen to my back in case I need to run and get them something. They were not happy.

"Somebody is making all the wrong assumptions," said Colin. Thwack, this time a riding-crop from Mandy was applied. "We prefer to sit with our backs to the kitchen," started Colin as he and Jeff moved the chairs and settings. "You," thwack again, "will kneel between us and be fed by hand. What's this," he held up my mug of Pontiac's Slave Beer©.

"Slave Beer," I told them looking down ashamed.

"I know that stuff," laughed Jeff. "They did that commercial where the house slave was looking all tired, one swig of the stuff he had a huge hard-on and was ready to fuck the whole house."

"Disgusting," said Colin, them to me. "Do you really need this stuff?"

"Sometimes," I shrugged. Colin was very good at giving me the look even if he wasn't into spanking. Mandy was and gave me another hit with the crop. "Master this miserable slave is not sure. When I first started yes, I needed energy drinks to keep up with more than one client. After last week I'm not sure. Except if you like looking at me aroused and ready to perform, then that will do it."

"We prefer our slaves limp," he said as he dumped the glass in the sink, "and submissive. I should also point out we will be keeping you in a chastity belt, to make sure you don't play with yourself."

"Mandy does a good job watching me," I pointed out.

"I'm sure she does," added Colin who gave a brief nod and another strike of the crop made me wince. "However," he said as he and Jeff sat down, "our entourage will not have a fat broad following us. You'll be the only member in a skirt, full metal units with a plug up the ass."

"I can't wait to see what kind of marketing ideas you can do for us," chuckled Jeff as I manoeuvred between them and knelt down. Jeff already had a piece of banana which he popped into my mouth.

"What's this stuff," said Colin holding up a slice of 12 grain bread. I couldn't answer because Jeff jammed a large piece of fruit into my mouth. "Looks disgusting all the non-conforming seeds and all. Must be some primitive health food. I know," he rolled and stuffed that into my mouth, "his."

"Wait a second," said Jeff, "I want to hear his answer."

"Twelve grain bread," I quickly said, "healthy and helps keep you regular."

"I read that," said Jeff. "Do you like to poop in your diapers?"

"No Master Jeff," I said quickly. "I was only curious about diaper bondage because a number of Mistresses complained about getting out of bed at night to go to the bathroom. They suggested putting me in diapers, and well, things went out of control."

"Oh I love this," said Colin, "how so?"

"A number of clients have kept me as a Diaper Boy," I said looking down at the floor and my shrinking cock.

"That sounds like an interesting punishment," said Jeff. "But Grandma always hated changing the kids diapers, real bad smells."

"Oh I can do that for you," perked up Mandy. "And most shopping malls have automated diaper changing facilities." She is a fountain of embarrassing information.

"Movie theatres," asked Colin.

"But of course," chirped Mandy, "and sound-proof too so that you can't hear his cried as the robot spanks his naughty little bottom. You should make stipulations, the robots automatically will change and paddle the Diaper Boy or Girl is genuinely crying. Mister Jones here, well his levels of tolerance are going higher."

"Well since he is your ghost writer," laughed Jeff, "I suppose we can have him changed after the movie."

"Public or private," asked Mandy. "It humiliates him to no end when it is public."

"That sound amusing," said Colin between bites and having his fingers cleaned using my mouth.

"Well don't forget we do cater to the General Audience of the whole Free Zone," reminded Jeff pausing to sip his buttermilk. "Give the kid some of your tea." Colin poured some of his tea into the cup's saucer and handed it to me.

"Thank you Master," I said taking a sip.

"You getting any ideas," said Jeff.

"Drinking cups," I asked.

"Love that," said Jeff, "thinking all the time."

"What about drinking mugs," asked Colin who was more interested in eating.

"Well," I said, "I've noticed people still drink something while walking to work or about the city. Why not mugs with your show's logo on it."

"Has possibilities," said Jeff.

"I could design something," I added while sipping the milky sweet tea, "for a price."

"I love him," laughed Jeff pounding on the table with laugher. "We'll get him an office with a secretary."

"Will she be pretty," I had to ask.

"It doesn't matter," said Colin, "you'll be in a chastity belt. Our secretary is a free woman and efficient. So don't even think of sticking you thing into her."

"No way pal," said Jeff as he put two fingers dripping with jam into my mouth. It was good jam and I made sure I sucked every bit off his fingers. "At least he likes his food."

"Well," said Colin getting up and moving away from the table, "let's see if he can use his mouth for other things." He took off his suit jacket and tossed it aside. "Where's the bedroom."

"Mister Jones has been allocated at the lowest rung," said Mandy as she unfolded the sofa-bed. "Is this acceptable?"

"Marvellous," smiled Colin as he took off his shoes.

"We're going to have a nice three-some," grunted Jeff, pushing some toast into my mouth as he stopped and took of his shoes. I was curious, Jeff's feet were more human that what one would expect a gorilla to have.

"He looks a little worried," said Colin as he took off his trouser revealing his bright pink boxer shorts. For some reason he kept a hand over his crotch as if he wanted to hide his cock. He moved himself on the couch so that his back was resting on the back of the sofa and stretching out his legs like some weird Buddha. "Crawl to me slave." From a low angle as I crawled across the floor towards Colin his legs, stomach and body seemed more massive. I glance off a table mirror and noticed Jeff taking off his trousers; his belly was huge and covered with hair. Something in my stomach churned.

From inside Colin's boxer-shorts a monstrous cock popped out. This took me by surprise, normally Heredshe men had cocks that were smaller than mine. His shirt was open and he had A-cup breast pale and sagging with hair.

"Surprise," laughed Colin and he guided my face to his cock. "After I got here as a political refugee I asked for medical assistance. They gave me a cock the size of the average Free Skyes Man, no questions, and not cost. Now work it." There was no way I could get below his sagging beached whale of a gut to his balls. White bloated skin with a light scattering of hair.

I could feel a pair of hands grope my ass and expertly lube my asshole. At first I thought it was Mandy but a quick glance show it was Jeff's expert hands. His bell practically rested on the back part of my back. His cock was only ten inches long and I guess it was lots of practice for him to reach me without seeing underneath his giant bulk. That's when I started to gage and begin coughing.

"Did you come already Colin," asked Jeff?

"No I did not," said Colin as he pushed me away and tried to cover his mouth with his shirt. "Does he have the plague?"

"No," I coughed and cough, "I'll be alright, hairball." Bleack what a thought, so much hair on both their bloated bodies I just may get one.

"I'm calling EMS," said Jeff picking up his cell phone, "this is not normal." I found the waist paper basket just in time and started to puke. All my breakfast and whatever I drank last night just came up on me. Everybody was panicking about and all I could concentrate on was puking.

Sometime later a Boom-boom Room Medical Technician was trying to get me to drink some fluids while Jeff and Colin were talking to Director Marcy McDermott and Mister John-Lee. No matter how much I tried to make light of it, I couldn't physically make love to those two wonderful "Fat-Boys". And that was it, it wasn't just one time when I couldn't make love to a fat Mistress oh so long ago, nor what training Mandy gave, I couldn't do it. I felt terrible because I disappointed them.

"The Boom-boom Room can give you a full refund and fifty thousand more on the next male Earth Slave Bidding," assured Marcy.

"Fine," snapped Colin.

"No," countered Jeff, "I want his brain, he knows advertizing, took Communications on the Protected Planet Earth. Did you know they have a bigger entertainment industry than we have here? We can compromise; just blindfold him when you fuck him."

"Do you think that could work," asked Colin.

"Drain that android to a small bitch and put it under him," said Jeff. Then to Marcy, "the bid stands." He walked over to me. "Look kid," he told me as he stroked my cheek. "We can work this out, so stop crying." Then he yelled back to anybody listening which included some reporters in the doorway. "Hell and damnation I'll even go on a diet just to keep this slave happy. I want him."

"I certainly don't expect you to include me with that," minced Colin as he followed Jeff.

"Stop whining," Snapped Jeff, "or I'll put you in a diaper too."

"You wouldn't dare," cried Colin as the door closed.

"Does this shut down the bidding," Mister John-Lee asked Marcy.

"Certainly not," she walked up to me and asked the tech, "well? Can he be ready for a 6PM client."

"I'll give him something to put him to sleep for a few hours," said the Tech who injected me with what was supposed to be a non-painful sprayer but it hurt like a bee-sting. "According to the manual an Ancient can bounce back inside of hours. I don't know about his psychological condition."

"Well if the client wants him," concluded Marcy, "then they can pay for the psychologist. Put him in a Slave Booth while a cleaning crew cleans the place. It stinks like a bad orgy and barf."

Mandy half carried me into what looked like a coffin and closed the lid. It was a soundproof booth with bullet-proof glass on both sides and top. They took me down a service elevator and deposited me on the lower floor of the Boom-boom Room's mall. There were other similar booths and many of the slaves were wide awake watching movement around them. As terrified as I was the drug put me to sleep.




Slave Immigrant Ch. 17



"Hey wake up," Mandy said after she gave me a long sensuous kiss. "Or do I have to spank you?"

"I'm up," I said sitting up. I was back in my apartment, and it was clean and smelling fresh. "Boy did they do a good job. Any idea who the next clients are?"

"I'm not telling you."

"Fine, by the way what time is it?"

"About four thirty," smiled Mandy as it helped me off the sofa. "Now go use the Dark-Room and you can watch your favourite soap while eating pizza and Slave Beer."

"Fantastic," I called as I headed into the Dark-Room. Oddly enough I did feel much better. Nausea gone, and any after-effects of the drugs were not even noticeable. Once out of the Dark-Room I sat naked in the entertainment area watching my favourite soap.

House of the Thunders is one of the better exotic soaps because they actually work on a good story line to which sex is just an aside. The Thunders are a wealth family who live in the Free Zone but manage several large corporations. Thursdays are the best days of the week, that's when either Master or Mistress Thunder take the staff to terms and punishes them. Each staff member is read the riot act for whatever they were involved with in the past week and can give the viewer a good replay of past episodes. The worst is the young, dim-witted maid Grace Celtic, as played by Dianne Murphy. To say the least Dianne Murphy is hot. She gets the cane live every Thursday at 5:30PM and camera crews can't wait to see what antics she pulls because of it. Normally she is so downright horny she's been known to stop and rip off the cloths of any man passing by and rape him right there. You even see her pussy lips on the show filling with vaginal fluid and drooling down her leg. Now that she is by Free Zone definition married to some Action Network Exec, she's been known to rape him on camera too. For the past few weeks however they have been leaving the station together modestly.

"She seems more like a Britney Spears without getting pregnant," commented Mandy as the show ended. There was a knock at the door.

"Shoot," I cursed as I rushed the pizza and glass to the kitchen. "You could help me," I snapped.

"What would you say if Dianne Murphy was behind the door?"

"HA!" I laughed "fat chance."

It set me up. I opened the door and there was Dianne Murphy with,... Mister Murphy and nobody else. The two quickly stepped into the apartment and he closed the door.

"Hi," said Mister Murphy, "I'm actually her husband Charles Chase is my real name. I guess you know my wife Dianne."

"Oh yea," I said and followed her towards the living area, "welcome to my home."

"This is exactly like some of the places we use to visit," laughed Dianne. "And you're not intimidated by us?"

"We're all just people," I explained, "Look, three dimensions; I need to eat, have feelings, full-fill contracts, and need sexual gratification."

"Well that's why I insisted you be fed first," said Dianne, "after getting the cane like that I'm so hot to trot, that I'm in charge for the next two days." She grabbed and jacked my cock to see if I could get any more aroused. "I see you are ready to go."

"Yes Mistress," I said before she body-tossed me on to the sofa lifted her skirt and impaled herself on me.

"Exactly what I want," she gasped and began riding my cock like some reigning champ going full speed. She shuttered and I felt her vagina contract on me. "Round one," she laughed. "Don't mind Charlie here. This is his sub day, his cock is way too big and he hasn't the nerve to get it reduced. I hope you can keep it up till I'm satisfied."

"I'll do my best," I gasped as I felt a mounting orgasm. "Do I need to ask permission to cum?"

"Maybe," said Dianne.

"When I'm in charge you will," chirped Charlie. 

"The android, Mandy right," she asked.

"How may I be of service?"

"Gage and strip Charlie for me."

"Poor Charlie," I teased. Bad move; that stupid comment earned me a hard slap to the face.

"You show respect to my Husband at all times," she warned me. "I also know I'm not suppose to slap your face so I'll let this be a warning, you tease him you will get the cane. What was the worst given to him Android?"

"Twenty four, Mistress."

"Let's make it an even fifty next time you piss me off," she spat at me. She shuttered again. "Oh that's good," she smiled wickedly. "Change positions get on top of me." It was awkward with the sofa and all, but we switched into a basic missionary position and I got to work. "Fuck me hard," she cursed.

We changed positions several times, and Mandy served us fruit juice without stopping. I had little knowledge of the Free Skyes antimony but I'm sure a regular Earth Woman would have been rubbed raw. The fruit juice obviously helped since she was so slick and wet.

"Aren't you sore of something," I had to ask.

"I've had a special operation with increased glands for longer sex," she gasped. "When we finish Mandy give him twenty-four for not calling me Mistress. In fact; start spanking him now." 

"Oh ouch," I gasped, "thank-you Mistress."

"What," she giggled as my spanks sent me sharply into her. "Why are you thanking me?"

"Because," ouch, "a couple of times during a threesome; the Mistress had me spanked by the Master into fucking her. It was quite erotic, Mistress. Can we not just, ouch, consider this a learning experience Mistress."

"I'll consider it," she giggled, "keep spanking."

Okay so we were swept away by the moment. A half hour later my butt was numb and Mandy noticed it. It stopped spanking me as we kept fucking and she rolled on top of me. My ass suddenly became so sore I bounced up back at her. We laughed and kept on fucking each other.

"Enough," gasped Mistress Dianna as she pushed me away from her. "Charles, you may take off the gage. Pontiac go serve Master Charles now."

"Slave," commanded Master Charles. He pointed to the floor at his feet. I walked up to him and went down to my knees. He pointed to his foot and I went on all fours and kissed his foot. "Take my shoes and socks off."

Charles was a darn good Dom. He slowly had me strip him naked before presenting my already swollen sore ass to him. He applied a large amount of lube up my ass to accommodate his twelve inch long cock. He was a superb cocks man as he gently took me and allowed me a moment to accommodate his larger than life cock. 

"We're going to have to do a few things to this ass here," smiled Charles as he pounded his balls against my ass.

"We already planned on that," sighed Mistress Dianna. "You'll like it."

"You guys already planned what to do with me," I asked.

"Sure," said Charles, "everybody has to present to the Company a plan. Owning a slave is a responsibility, just like having a child. We have to have a room for you, a plan of action, work, and more importantly make sure you will grow as a person. And I don't like spoiling surprises." He sighed and came inside me.

"So," I had to open my big mouth, "rest-time, want to watch some TV?"

"Go bend over the spanking horse," said Mistress Dianna. "Mandy fetch me a cane."

"Rattan, plastic fibre, or metal composite? Mandy had to ask."

"Mandy," I half cried as I bent over the ottoman/spanking horse. "By the way we're a package deal, all my possessions, including her my Upgraded Mark Twelve Android, Mandy, my personal trainer."

"We read the contract over carefully," said Master Charles, "it will be kept at home, and I can't see any reason why it shouldn't be a more fashionable size."

"Amen to that," agreed Mistress Dianna. "You can work on your personal problems as a free man. Even Colin and Jeff have had problems about promoting dangerous life-styles."

"Aren't you two worried that Colin and Jeff, or Mistress Stelmac may outbid you?"

"Well," smiled Mistress Dianna as she sat back and seductively spread her legs. "We have a little corporate backing."

"More like major," said Master Charles as he stroked my already sore bottom.

"Those two critics have already announced their designer coffee mugs," laughed Mistress Dianna.

"But they haven't signed a contract with witnesses," I cried. "Those cheaters."

"Knowing Uncle Paul," said Master Charles between kissing my sore ass cheeks, "he'll want you to do something similar, and pay you for it."

"I certainly can," I replied. A fibreglass cane tapped my ass. "What is your best rated show?" The cane hit me. "Yes, the Action New Team," I continued. "But it has to be more than just mugs with say pictures of the reporters on it." The cane landed again, "yes a tie-in with Camarina Coffee, best loved coffee in Central City. Buy a large mug and get you own Action News Mug for free."

"Not a bad idea," said Master Charles, "we should cane him more often."

"Ideas under pressure still should be discussed at the board-room," said Mistress Dianna. She pointed to her vagina, "clean me slave." Charles dropped the cane and dove into her neatly shave pussy like a staving man eating his last meal. "Stand up Pontiac," she told me. "Come here," I moved closer to her. She toyed with my rising penis, "now what can we do now?"



Slave Immigrant Ch. 18



After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. In the end I guess Human Recourses had figured me out correctly. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websites were tracked alright, but not by Homeland Security. I was a 24/7 Bonded Sex Slave with a 5 million credit debt to pay off. Worse still I didn't have any say on how or what I would be doing, I wasn't a citizen. After taking a Citizenship Test all that changed. I had choices and options, by remaining a slave/citizen I paid about a million back through earned commissions as a prostitute and sales of Slave Beer.

Now I find myself involved in a Slave Auction. I have no idea what the stakes are, other than the Boom-boom Room put a million credit retainer fee on me. So far I had been visited by a one hundred and four year old cougar, people can live to two hundred, so she not bad looking at all. Second a pair of over-weight homosexual film critics who are, very different. And finally two people from the Action Network TV, actress Dianne Murphy from the BDSM soap House of the Thunders, which I do like, and her husband Charles Chase; an executive of some sort with Action Network TV. Mistress Dianne is ravenousness with sexual hunger and after a little over an hour of straight fucking and multiple orgasms; she then turned me over to her husband.

Thank goodness Master Charles was gentle on my well spanked ass and after one orgasm up my ass he was exhausted. The game then went to Mistress Dianna who ordered him to clean her cream-hole while she played with my cock. Each bidder had their own kink, but these two made me nervous.

"So besides the coffee-cups you have any other advertizing ideas," she asked me.

"I just don't want to get hurt again," I said.

"Don't you want to get your body beaten," she smiled.

"I'm talking finances," I explained. "I'd rather have you talk to my Lawyer/Manager before anything else is done." Then with a sigh, "coffee mugs have been done to death on my planet. I can do better if I have better information."

"Well you're going to have to earn your suit," said Mistress Dianna who forced her husband's head back into her crotch not allowing him to speak. "Now business aside, you do realize that we have a very busy schedule and you must be able to change gears pretty fast can you do that?"

"I've switched from slave to Dom and back again often enough."

"Good," she said, "one moment you can be fucking me to heaven, spanking Charles, and then dictating an office memo. And when you're done go fetch our laundry while dressed in Heredshe men's wear."

"I think I can do that."

"Good, because if you don't measure up; I'll have you in diaper bondage for starters. One moment your dick will be swinging free, the next locked in a chastity belt because I own you. Don't look at Charles, I love him, but he likes to fuck guys as well. I'm the only pussy he gets, and I'd rather have you as his personal sex-a-terry to start with. And don't go whining about how you don't like wearing messy diapers. We do business exams in soiled diapers all the time out here. So even if you never had dealt with diaper fetish out here it's a training tool."

"Excuse me Mistress," I had to say, "You both went to business school inside the Free Zone?"

"That's where we met. It's all very boring stuff, but if you want to get a kinky degree you can do it. It cost more than a regular college too."

"Hum," I said, "still all the same, I'm through with planning on who gets to own me. Why can't we just play together and make sure we don't rub each other the wrong way?"

"I heard a thinking hum there," spoke up Charles before he stock his face back in Mistress Dianna's crotch.

"We could beat it out of you," threatened Dianna.

"You don't know what kind of past we Earthmen have," I counter-threatened. "You only have two hours and fifteen minutes left. And I'm still ready to fuck anything."

"Come here," she grabbed my cock and stuffed it in her mouth. "I could bite," she mumbled.

"You damage me," I reminded her, "and you lose your bond and me as well."

Mistress Dianna sighed and concentrated on sucking me off. She had very good hands too and brought me off. A quick nod to towards her husband and a smack on the cheek sent me to move behind her husband.

"See if he can enjoy a good butt fucking," Dianna told me. "Don't use the lube he paid to have Heredshe glands so that he can impress his employers in being ready for anything."

Master Charles was an experienced office submissive with big ideas. His ass was easy for me to enter even though his butt was very swollen and red from a combination of hand spanks, belt and what looked like an odd whip mark or two. He grunted with pain and pleasure as my balls bounced against his ass and I made sure I was rubbing his G-spot as I fucked him. The timing was perfect and we came together.

"Oh," gasped Charles as he had to rest his head against Mistress Dianna's belly. "That was so nice. I may even order him to fuck my ass from time to time. But he didn't ask to cum."

"I'm still in charge you silly slave," she told him. She then pulled his hair and gave his face a slap. "And I didn't tell you to stop cleaning my well fucked pussy." 

"Forgive me Mistress," he begged, "I was caught up in the moment."

"Go bend over the spanking horse," she told him. "Mandy get a flogger, and give him twenty. Whip his ass good."

"Now to you," she smiled as Charles was disengaged from my cock. "Clean his cum off the sofa, I hate wet spots."

The sofa, in fact 90% of the furniture used in the Free Zone is synthetic leather. Liquids, body fluids, food and even shit get stuck to it thus a fast method of cleaning had to be done. The hard bit was the air quality, air scrubbers had to be manually waved about the room by hand if you wanted the job done quickly. As for eating male Free Skyes cum, I got use to doing the act, but was still humiliated every time I was ordered to do so.

Charles was whipped till he bleeds and kept over the horse while his wife made use of me for the rest of the short period of time they were to test me. He didn't exactly wear a diaper when they left, but a blood diaper. Literally an uncomfortable diaper, especially where it gathers in the crotch, and that went under his suit. I was too exhausted to watch TV after they left. I wanted to sleep with three pillows under my stomach with my naked ass in the air. Mandy said I would get pleasure from that. Instead it ordered me into the dark-room to be cleaned.

I guess in a way I was being punished for some last reason. The catheters all seemed larger. The enemas felt like a warm lake went up my ass with a heavy duty plug to keep them there. Then to finish it off a couple paddles warmed my butt to a glowing red. Not a hard spanking, but enough to get me aroused. Stepping out I met Mike.

I knew it was Mike and not Mister John-Lee cause he gave he a hard kiss and warm hug. I blinked my eyes and could see several hovering mini-cameras watching me. Director Marcy McDermott was there too including four commandos in light battle armour.

"We're going to miss you," whispered Mike.

"I was sold," I gasped, "who bought me?"

"At our request," said Marcy, "and your new owners agreed, you will leave here the same way you came in." She stuffed a penis gage into my mouth and secured it.

The four Commandos including Mike clamped magnetic shackles on my wrist, ankles and waist. The waist shackle was done by a female commando who looked into my face and eyes with a combination of curiosity and lust. Her hands went down from my waist to stroke and feel my cock and balls.

"So this is the package that Major Speedwell wants to marry," she signed.

Marcy slapped her across the face. For a moment it looked like a cat-fight was about to take place. Mike held off Marcy while the other three commandos stopped the woman.

"Private Stanifer," ordered the Sergeant.

"He is not your or mine to play with any more," said Marcy holding back her rage. "You would think that after the drill competition the Marines, Police, Commandos and the Governor's Guard had over this duty you would at least show a little self discipline."

"Our barracks is inside the Free Zone," said the Sergeant evenly, "she'll be punished."

"I'd rather have her spend a weekend as a slave at my home," hissed Marcy.

I tried to scream no, but had a plastic dick in my mouth. I violently shook my body as I was hoisted into a mobile vertical hover-plate as I tried to get their attention. Even a few smacks on the butt by Mike didn't stop me.

"Let me guess," said Marcy, "you don't think the Commando Girl could handle being my personal slave?"

I nodded my head.

"Am I a mean Mistress?"

I nodded my head again and flexed my buttocks.

"He's an ass kisser," snapped the female commando.

"Well he is good at that," chuckled Mike. Then in my defence, "look he hates pain just like anybody else. And he wouldn't endure the pain just to tell you, you wouldn't enjoy staying at the McDermott Mansion. You're going to have a hard time fitting your pretty little ass into that uniform at the end of the weekend."

"Well it's tight enough as it is," she snapped back. "Our officer put us into metal chastity belts with his butt-plug up our asses." Then to me, "your cock may look small but it sure feels big where it counts."

"I'll say," added another Commando. "Four miles marching."

"Stop you're whining," said the Sergeant. 

It was an odd procession. It wasn't Director Marcy McDermott who kissed me in the elevator, but my friend Marcy. She stayed in the elevator while Mike marched the Commandos out the elevator and through the rotunda. The Commandos pushed and guided the hover-trolley along with me naked and displayed. Robot reporters and a few "fans" waved and clapped as we went by.

"Hey look I'm on TV," one passerby said. "Who is dat guy?"

"Just transporting a slave I guess."

We left the Boom-boom Room and headed through the park. There any Space Navy, Marines, Commandos and a few others in civilian dress cheered. Many knew me from Jane Speedwell's party and had to get a look at the man she was going to marry. I guess now I know what Princess Dianna felt like when Prince Charles was courting her. Mike had them turn me around so that I could see the Boom-boom Room as we walked away.

"Take one last look," said Mike as we walked through the night. "The only time you should see that place is if you are on a hurry to get to the space port. And if we see you being sent back you'll be sleeping in a glass coffin, not far from the discount bar as a one credit whore."

I forgot about that. You can piss your owners off so bad that the Company would have to issue them a refund. Records are kept and the bargain basement is just a half step from being sent to an orbital mining colony. While all of what was happening would be a nerd's wet dream, it can still fall apart like a house of cards.

We passed through the centre of a public park and I could see an old clock in the square. It was twelve fifteen. In less than two hours the tree bidders argued over my contract. I'm not sure about the honour guard, several police units have argued over the transport of slaves already. In just three months the Free Zone has changed to accommodate the influx of Earth Slaves. I later learned that clients had to pay for extra guards to move slaves to their homes. Their presence was necessary as occasional there were protesters and fans who wanted to have a souvenir picture.

We seemed to be approaching our destination, a complex of apartments that were more suited for the Jetsons than anything else. Three huge saucer-like structures standing on single pillars a thousand feet up to which we came to the base of the nearest. It was after one AM so nobody was about. Mike entered a key code and the private elevator went up.

"Welcome to your new home Pontiac," said a now thinner Mandy in the foyer. "You may release him from the trolley," she told the guards.

"Lucky bastard," cursed the Sergeant as he took of my shackles.

"So long pal," said Mike as he took out my gage and kissed me one last time. "I got your plug up my ass too." He whispered to me, "and Marcy put me into a chastity belt too."

"Well it was nice meeting you," I said to the Commandos. "You all did a wonderful job."

"Don't be so complimentary," said one, "we would have gang banged you ourselves if we could."

"And he would enjoy every moment," added Mandy making me blush. "Good evening," it smiled and closed the door. "Now let's go meet your new owners shall we?"

The inner door opened and I was met by Dianna. She looked tired and haggard but very happy to see me. This was the Mistress Dianna that nobody saw on TV, no make-up, no fabulous clothing, or lack of, but a white housecoat and slippers on her otherwise naked body. 

"Bout time you showed up," as she stroked my cheek and then grabbed my ear. "I want one comfortable fuck before I go to sleep."

"Yes Mistress," I said looking about, "does Master Charles need me too?"

"Oh he's doing a little corner time," she pointed to Master Charles who was naked, hands tied behind his back facing an outside bay window with an impale dildo up his ass. "That's actually the dining room, whenever we have guest over. It's also a nice punishment area. Thanks to your Android I don't have to get up to release him. If he still wants you he can use you."

"You will find," she continued as she lead me across the living-room and into a very large bedroom, "that we get up very early in the morning. Charles is able to take a cat-nap at work. I'd be lucky if I can. You will have to learn to get around that, Ancients, hum, you will adapt." She pushed me down on the bed and very quickly used me. With the tension gone she rolled off and pulled on a pair of white panel panties.

"You have two beds," she told me. "One in your room, and a matt by the bathroom. If anybody needs to go to the bathroom you may have to assist them. As well as other purposes. My husband likes a little midnight fuck after he pees. Mandy will diaper you."

"Mistress please," I begged, "I was only curious about diaper bondage. You don't need to diaper me all the time. Can't I use the bathroom too?"

"No," she giggled, "Mandy gage him, shackle his hands so that he can't touch himself spank him till he cries, diaper him and tuck him on the matt. Then release my husband."

When; will I learn to keep my mouth shut, I asked myself as Mandy paddled me. I was only curious, sure I looked at the websites, but I never got on the forums, or well was into the infantile stuff. So I took the punishment and cried only when it naturally came. Lord know what sort of punishment I would get if I faked it.

A few moments later Charles needed to go to the bathroom. I got up to follow him, but he closed the door in my face. Just when I was falling back to sleep he was pulling the quilt off of me and pulling down my diaper. Mandy handed him a lube applicator which he cursed over before fucking me. He almost fell asleep on me and Mandy carried him to bed with Mistress Dianna. I had to wait with a well lubed sore ass in the air waiting for Mandy to re-diaper me. When it got to me, the Android then insisted on feeding me a bottle of water knowing full well I would eventually wet the diaper. Every try sleeping; while wearing a dry itchy diaper, a full bladder and need to pee? I was so well potty trained it took forever but I managed to pee and fall asleep.

"Wake up sunshine," Mistress Dianna called rolling me over to my back and feeling my crotch. "Did somebody wet their diaper?"

"Yes Mistress," I mumbled, "I'm sorry. I suppose I'll be punished now for not being potty trained."

"No," she laughed, "Diaper-boys get rewarded with a blow-job when they wet their diapers. Especially when I'm in charge. Right Charles?"

"Yes Mistress," he grumbled, his ass was starting to heal with bruises changing colours.

"Go clean him off and do it," she ordered. "And Diaper-boy," she smiled, "you poop your diapers and you get a free fuck." She laughed and stepped into the shower.

"Free fuck," I asked.

"I doubt if you can do much with that small package," he chuckled.

Mandy laid an adult size diaper changing pad on the bed and assisted Charles as he did one of the many task he loathed to do. With me in their condo I would do most of the house cleaning, Mandy did the rest rather than watch the clutter. Once the diaper was off it would then make sure Charles got a slight taste of my piss while giving me a blow job. It was one of the few pleasures I would have any morning when Mistress Dianna was in charge.

After that I was stripped of my shackles and took a shower with Master Charles. After scrubbing his ass clean I gave him the Kiss of Submission to remind him I was his too. He took it in good stride as we dried off and dusted with scented powder. On Free Skyes you had one towel to dry your face with another towel for your torso, still another for your genital, ass, legs and feet. We stuffed the hamper with one big pile of towels. 

"Don't worry," said Charles, "we have a great laundry service."

Breakfast, if you want to call it that was a hurried coffee and doughnuts that Dianna and Charles had on account with a local coffee shop. Far from wholesome and I knew Mandy would have words with them about it. Mandy laid out a Heredshe male business suit for me, mid length skirt, shirt tie, matching jacket, nylons, garter-belt, two inch heeled shoes, and metal chastity belt with back-plate and a very large butt-plug. I guess I was their first house-pet because as always being naked and in such an intimate situation I was fully aroused.

"Honey," called Master Charles as he struggled with me and the belt, "I can't get his dick into the tube."

"He's suppose to be limp when you put it on," snapped Dianna. Then to me, "get limp you're making us late for work." I said nothing because no matter what I knew what will happen next.

"May I be of assistance," said Mandy pulling me across her knee and smacking me hard on the bottom. "He's not use to being locked up or being limp on command." An electric shock at the base of my balls made me scream and try to run away, as if I could when an Android has a good hand on me. "There we go," said Mandy as the straps locked in place. "Oh dear," it commented, "this butt plug is way too big for his tight ass. Ancient's heal very quickly you'll have to train him. This small will have to do for now." She inserted a generous amount of lube then a butt-plug which felt king-size probe up my ass. It pulled in further as it closed the butt-plate over it and locking into place.

"Small," I yelled through tears, "forgive this miserable slave Mistress Dianna it is far too big."

"It's about the same size as my thumb," snapped Charles showing me his thumb. "And you didn't complain too much when my cock went to the base."

"But he did complain," pointed out Mandy, "except like any good Submissive he can take the pain and humiliation to please you Master."

"So what you're saying he's a virgin in many ways," concluded Mistress Mandy, "right?"

"Correct Mistress."

"This is going to be fun," smiled Mandy.

"Fun," cursed Charles, "he'll be crying every time I take him. What will the office say?"

"Lucky Charles," laughed Mandy, "he got a virgin."

"Ah fudge," cursed Charles as he worked his tie. Then to me, "get dressed."

We ran to the elevator almost bumping into our neighbours. Anthony Del Torro was taking his pet Lady Fantomyia for her morning walk on a leash. He was back in a very expensive business suit while Fantomyia was naked except for her collar and leash.




Slave Immigrant Ch. 18



"How's it going neighbour," smiled Anthony confidently.

"Oh hi Anthony," Dianna and Charles waved as we piled into the elevator.

"I see you have my client as a pet," said Anthony.

"Your client," said Charles, he did a double-take. "A little low class for a high-stepper like you."

"Nonsense," said Anthony, "I was able to negotiate a seventy-thirty split on licensing his cock. His investment package is already worth three million. If he didn't have an Android like Mandy on his ass all the time, he'd be fat and dead six months after he's released from his bond."

"Naught Earthman," teased Fantomyia to me, "very lazy."

"Yea they can get fat pretty quick," advised Anthony.

"I'll arrange that on his itinerary," nodded Mistress Dianna.

"If you want I could take him jogging," smiled Fantomyia as she brushed against me like a large cat.

"Ha!" Chuckled Anthony; "an Ancient could run us into the ground. Put him on a treadmill use a riding crop and make sure he does five miles a day."

"Five miles," I gasped.

"Quiet," snapped Mistress Dianna giving me a quick swat to the underside of my bottom lifting my skirt. 

"Hey," laughed Anthony, "bullet-proof panties, the latest slave fashion. I heard one over at the Boom-boom Room got his nuts shot off."

"How revolting," minced Charles as the elevator stopped and we headed out on to the transit level. Anthony and Fantomyia continued down to ground level as we got out. "No need to look about," Charles told me. "Somebody will always take you around. We have a law about slave movements. You might have your android be in charge, we'll see."

Over half the people on the transit platform were, well normal folk on their way to work. The rest was a freak show. Full grown hairy men dressed from biker/bitches, leather straps, and diapers. Women were the same and a few only wearing slave collars and nothing else. It was as if a Gay/S&M Party had taken over the platform, but in fact it was just a normal work day. The Heredshe fashion was very popular and lots of men wore skirts of various lengths and fabrics. About the only thing I didn't see was a kilt.

We rode in can best be described as a subway or light rail transit. Cheep plastic covered seats, overhead advertisements, and a crowd of people. Charles took the time to examine my shirt and tie.

"These shirt collars are designed to be low," he told me. "Don't hide the fact that you are a bonded slave. Most people will not mess with you. Any who do, scream for help and the police will come. And don't think about testing it or the punishment platform in the Boom-boom Room will look like a light sentence."

"Yes Master," I said.

We got off at the Ringo station in the centre of the Ringo Building. We went with the flow of the crowd to a security gate. Dianne and Charles were registered as Action Network employees, and so was I. We then went into another crowded elevator and as the floors went higher, the people filtered out till the three of us were alone.

"How did I become an Employee of the Action Network," I asked.

"The Action Network bought you," said Charles.

"Part of my contract," added Dianna, "Uncle Paul promised me a boy-toy and you're it."

"So who owns me," I had to ask.

"I do," said Uncle Paul as the elevator doors opened and he met us. "I was monitoring the conversation and had to be here." He laughed grabbing me by the scruff of the neck and leading me through the slowly filling office. "I know it's early," he babbled, "seven-fifteen in the morning, but I have a seven-thirty board meeting and I want to get a few things straight with my latest property."

He practically threw me head first into his office which was a surprise. Uncle Paul's private office was, a medium affair where he worked. I didn't have much time to look about as my nose was buried into the desk-pad on the desk and my skirt was lifted up and the back plate was unlocked.

"This is all he can take," he yelled at Dianna and Charles as he practically ripped the small butt-plug out of my ass. "What," he hit my ass hard, "kind of a sick joke is this?"

"What joke," I gasped, "my ass can stretch, but it hurts like hell and please use lube."

"You lucky bitch," he cursed at Dianna as he stormed about the office. "Stay put," he ordered me as if I would dare.

"Hell I like doing virgins," smiled Dianna trying to get on Uncle Paul's good side. But he didn't have one.

"I have a few rules here," he told me as a rattan cane landed with a hard thud on the desk beside my face. "You have potential, but you need to learn the rules. Rule number one," the cane landed on my naked ass so hard I thought my eyes would pop out of their sockets. Arms and legs flailed but I kept my face on the desk. "We live on Free Skyes, this is not a Space Port, you need to learn the local language. And that language is Freedom Common," he added in a foreign language I had no idea he was saying.

"What," I gasped.

"Freedom Common," he said in Coalition Basic and hit my ass again just as hard. "And you will learn it fast. I am paying for your courses, if you don't speak Freedom Common like a native in two weeks, I will punish you again and send you back."

"Two weeks," I gasped, "how can I learn in two week?"

"You didn't study languages," he bellowed hitting me again. "Great flaming ball of Agg, you are the laziest, stupidest," the cane landed two more times going down my thighs. "I'm not taking time to teach it all to you, I have a Sex-a-terry for that. And you are not good enough to do that because you don't speak the language." The cane landed again on my back and despite the cloths it hurt. "Where was I?"

"You laid down rule number one," said Dianna.

"And gave him five strokes," added Charles.

"No smart mouth from you Charles," he snapped at him, "we've had a bad month. Any more from you and I'll punish you by taking your trousers and have you back to a skirt and frilly panties." This made no sense to me and my ass was throbbing.

"Two," he thundered as the cane hit me again. "When you go to sing to a live audience, especially high class executives consult with a Music Director and see what these people like. Not everybody likes Earth Songs translated into Coalition Common; they don't sound so good." He hit me again, "got that?"

"Yes Master," I cried.

"Fuck the Master stuff," he bellowed hitting me two more time. "You will always address me as Uncle Paul. You got that."

"Yes Uncle Paul," I said through tears. 

"Three," he bellowed hitting me even harder as the cane bent, "don't tell jokes off the top of your head. Always get a couple writers together and work it out first. Your jokes are LAME," he added with a blow so hard the cane splintered.

"Uncle Paul," interrupted Charles, "he's bleeding."

"Lick it clean," he ordered the Sex-a-terry. This young girl dressed similar to me but not a bonded slave got down and started licking the blood off my ass. "You want to take his punishment," Uncle Paul asked Charles.

"To keep you from breaking him," said Charles, "yes."

"NO," I said back, "I'll pay for whatever stupid decisions I make. Master Charles, Uncle Paul put up the money he has every right to train me."

"Well luck both or you," he said tossing the broken can on the desk, "cause I just finished." He then spoke privately to both Dianna and Charles, but I could still hear them. "You two still want to send him to the clinic?"

"Yea," said Charles quietly, "I hate fumbling with lube-tubes."

"And I hate hairy men," added Dianna.

"Well I prefer them to like anal sex," added Uncle Paul, "it's done. He'll rest in your private sex room Charles. I'll have my sex-a-terry then take him to the clinics. Is his ass clean," he asked the sex-a-terry.

"Yes Uncle Paul," she smiled wiping her chin. "His blood taste salty."

"Well that's nice," he smiled pleasantly, "get off the table Pontiac so that she can take your place." I staggered off the desk into Charles' strong arms. The pretty little brown haired girl bent over the desk, she was not wearing underwear and her shaved pussy was very appealing. Uncle Paul undid his fly and took out his monster of a dick. "Okay you two get out of here, and take our pet with you."

"He's going to fuck that little girl," I whispered to Charles.

"Any time he wants," he smiled, "she's a Business Intern, she doesn't even get paid to be here."

"She looks sixteen," I told Dianna.

"Sixteen is legal age," she told me. She gave me a kiss, "I have a script reading, maybe they can send you back with me if you are up to it."

"Always Mistress." Charles shoved two finger up my ass and I kept my mouth shut.

"See yah," he kissed her goodbye. Then to me, "my office is this way." His office was not too far from Uncle Paul's and that said volumes. His office was very modern and roomy. He opened a hidden door where there was a couch. He moved some cushions so that I could lay down with my ass in the air. "Take a nap," he told me. "Strip down to your underwear, we don't like you sleeping in your clothes."

"What if I have to," I ventured. Charles opened another door revealing a small fresher. "My hands are not tied," I added.

"You can touch your ass as much as you want," said Charles, "the room has cameras. If you try to masturbate using one of the many vibratos and insert-abeles I'll know. So don't."



Slave Immigrant Ch. 20



After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. I guess Human Recourses had me figured out correctly. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websites were tracked alright, but not by Homeland Security. I was a 24/7 Bonded Sex Slave with a 4.5 million credit debt to pay off. Worse still I didn't have any say on how or what I would be doing, I wasn't a citizen. After taking a Citizenship Test all that changed.

I was not the property of the Action Network. Uncle Paul owned and operated the Action Network and he made it very clear I had to do more than just be a play-toy but a working employee. I was purchased primarily for Mistress Dianna to own and play with. But her husband liked young men as well so he stayed loyal to her by sharing me. Uncle Paul, well I don't know what his sexual desires were about me. My ass was a bloody mess and it was only 9AM. I was ordered to take a nap on a rest bed/bathroom hidden behind my Master's office.

"Get dressed," Charles told me waking me up. "We're going to have lunch with Dianna on the set. Now move it."

I buttoned on my shirt while squatting over the fresher. Charles watched me in the door-way trying to contain his laugher. The washer cleaned the chastity belt, and then the blow dryer went into action as I did my tie.

"You often multi-task," Charles finally asked me.

"I don't want another spanking," I mumbled, "my ass is finally starting to heal."

"You heal four times faster than any human," noted Charles as he turned me around and examined my butt. "Think you can take my cock."

"As you wish Master," I told him honestly.

"What do you mean by that," he asked me.

"I'm your slave," I shrugged, "it may hurt like hell, but I'll take the pain to please you Master. I must add," I pointed out, "I haven't had an enema since, well early last night. There might be an accident."

"That is very considerate of you slave," said Charles. "I enjoy prepping a slave's ass. Giving you an enema has its own enjoyment."

"Oh," I groaned, the chastity belt was so tight. "Please don't arouse me in this thing."

"Bend over," he ordered and locked the back plate on.

"No butt-plug," I asked.

"No," said Charles, "put your skirt on. Like it or not we still have clients from outside the Free Zone who come into these offices. And no flirting either."

We walked through the offices and it did hit me. The public face of the office was a normal working offices to a Television Station. Everybody was clean cut normal, it could have been another episode of Mad Men except the furniture was very modern.

"So what do I do here," I asked him.

"On Thursdays and some Fridays you will report as Dianna's personal assistant," he told me plainly. "If she's angry and needs to hit somebody it will be you and not the staff."

"I'm not a punching bag," I said.

"Clients quiet," he said taking me into an elevator. We were alone. "You keep opening your big mouth and I'll shove something nasty into it."

"Yes Master," I mumbled looking down.

The studio occupied several levels of the Ringo Building and we stepped into a much different atmosphere. House of the Thunders was an interesting set as actors, and extras were often naked on camera. Mistress Dianna was in her Maid Costume, and since she was punished a few hours ago, still had her skirt and petticoats pinned to her shoulders and ran up to me.

"Here he is," she laughed as she kissed me on the lips and dragged me to her little crowd of friends. There was her make-up artist, costumer, hair-dresser, dresser, and script girl. They threw a dozen questions at me mostly about other clients.

"We make it a policy not to talk about other clients," I told them.

"Including Jane Speedwell," said the script girl. "Rumour is you are going to marry her."

"She still paid for me and is thus a customer," I countered.

"We could torture you," said the hair-dresser.

"I'm sure you would if I left him alone with you," said Dianna taking me by the hand and leading me to her dressing room. Once the door was closed her personality changed again.

"Darn you Charles," she cursed as she flailed at the locks on my chastity belt. "Did you have to lock him up so much?" 

"I didn't want people buggering him," he confessed as he picked food off a table loaded with food in her room. "Can't have that area damaged for his session at the clinic."

"When is that," she asked as he got me aroused, pushed me on to a cold metal chair and mounted my cock.

"At three," he said checking his hand computer. "He also has a language session at the clinic next to that one at one."

"Are you taking him there," she asked as Charles amused himself by feeding Dianna and me with tidbits of food while we both fucked.

"Certainly not, I'm busy. Uncle Paul's new intern can do that. Be a good lesson for her." There was a knock at the door, "come in," said Charles.

"I'm supposed to take your toy to the mall," the intern said as she went in.

"Give me sec," gasped Dianna and she got more violent on me. "Almost there."

"Master," I had to gasp, "do I need permission from either of you?"

"Hold it till I tell you," said Charles as Dianna gasped and came. "Get off him hon." He then started jacking me off. "You may cum," he told me. I relaxed and came only once in his hand.

"Sorry it wasn't multiple Master," I said sitting up. "Do you want to bugger me?"

"Later," he smiled and offered his cum filled hand to the intern's face; that licked it up with the greed of a backstreet hoe.

"Interesting," she smiled, "this will make a great entry into my blog."

"You got to be kidding," I gasped.

"He is such a virgin," she laughed. "Do I need to put a leash on him?"

"Don't put me on a leash Mistress, Master," I begged. "I don't want to look like a pet to a girl who should be selling Girl Scout cookies."

"Can we stop by my apartment and I can change into my Girl Scout uniform," she smiled.

"Here," said Charles handing her a dog-collar and leash. "Don't put it on him till you are well away from the Ringo Building. And make sure he is not late for the appointments. Uncle Paul will cane you too."

"Let me register you for unlocking his chastity belt," said Dianna as she held up her lap-top.

"If she can unlock my chastity belt," I asked. "What's to stop her from jumping my bones."

"Oh he is silly," she laughed turning and lifting her skirt up at me. Underneath she also wore a metal chastity belt that went up the crack of her ass. Also note-worthy was that her butt was swollen red and had six distinctive cane welts on them. "Uncle Paul doesn't trust me either."

"Okay," said Charles now both of you get out of here. "Pontiac," he snapped, "you will address her as Mistress," he looked at her not remembering her name.

"Just call me Cupcake," she smiled wickedly. "Uncle Paul calls me that."

"Mistress Cupcake," I blushed and bowelled to her.

"Mistress Cupcake," added Dianna, she waited, "strip him naked for the walk home, just shoes, leash, and chastity belt. And Pontiac, if she spanks you, I'll whip you."

I kept close to my Girl Scout leader and it wasn't till after the second stop on the subway that she ordered me to bend over so that she could put the dog-collar on me. We went to the same mall that I visited months ago. We went up to the third level and into a clinic called "Language Shop."

"Can I help you sir," the pretty receptionist said to me even though I wore a collar.

"This is Pontiac Jones," Mistress Cupcake said in a small girlish voice. "The Action Network is paying and we do have an appointment."

"Yes we do," said the receptionist looking down at her. "Are you a relative?"

"No Ma'am," she smiled, "I'm an employee of the Action Network just delivering our bonded property." She took off my dog collar and showed off the steel collar of bondage under it. "Strip," she ordered. I didn't even shrug, she needed to show who was the boss was to the receptionist so I very quickly took off everything and dropped them in a heap beside me.

"Come with me Pontiac," said the receptionist. Mistress Cupcake followed us. "Why are you coming?"

"My Uncle Paul made it very specific that I'm not supposed to let his property leave my site. Is that okay?"

"Yes," gulped the receptionist who actually believed Mistress Cupcake was his relative.

"And have a robot pick up Pontiac's clothes and have them cleaned, folded and bagged. Just leave his shoes; I hear all sorts of stuff is on the floors of the mall."

"I need to take a blood sample," said the Technician when we got into an examination room.

"Ouch," I complained as she jabbed me with what felt like a square needle. All three of the women rolled their eyes at me. "It hurt," I repeated.

"This," said Mistress Cupcake doubling the leash and threatening me, "will hurt even more."

"Yes Mistress," I mumbled looking down at the floor.

"What the heck is this," said the Technician as her machine made various beeping noises. "He's an Ancient."

"Sixty-two point eight percent DNA," I repeated from memory.

"Yea right," said the Technician ignoring my comment as she fiddled with the machine. "This should do it. Now lie back on the table."

The table had various straps and auto-injectors. A massive helmet with eye covers, ray like things that went into my ears and on my head looked more like a horror film to me. She then put a gage of some sort into my mouth so that I would not bite my tongue. 

"Just relax," she said to me.

"Hey we have another appointment to get to," Mistress Cupcake yelled at me.

"Hey I just want to get some sleep," I moaned in Freedom Basic. "What was that," I asked.

"First two hours over," said the Technician as she attached the dog-collar on me and handing the leash to Mistress Cupcake.

I was in a half daze as Mistress Cupcake carried my laundry and dragged me across the hall into a body shop. Again she went through the whole who's the boss routine and carefully pointed out that I was an Ancient. The Technician check his reading and smiled.

"Ancient oi," he laughed.

"Yes," added Mistress Cupcake, "part of the process for making Earthmen to fit in. Ancient DNA fused to their Earth/Human DNA."

"Okay," the tech smiled and took out a bottle of serum from under his bag of drugs. "This is rarely used, Ancient's only," and put down a single injector and picked up two massive hand injectors with three heads on each. I on the other hand was on a table, my legs as wide as possible apart, chastity belt off. 

"Do you know the process Action Network has paid for," he asked Cupcake.

"Some beauty stuff," she shrugged.

"Nope," chuckled the Body Shop Tech, "we're doing a Triple De-Lux Package. We're going to knock him out, and do some rectal work on him. Heredshe male glands, and further up his colon an artificial clitoris. You get it stimulated and he'll cum because of the experience. But only a good size cock will satisfy him, hehe," he chuckled.

"So this is a sex job," concluded Mistress Cupcake.

"Nope," he pointed to a large tank. "We'll sink in into that vat with a snorkel on and fry off his body hair leaving only his head hair, eyebrows, and lashes alone. We will even do the noticeable bits of his nostrils as well. The vat gel will heal and prevent laser burns."

"Lasers," I asked.

"Shush," he ordered and stuffed a gage into my mouth. I was tied to an odd table bent over with my ass in the air. There were six injectors in some sort of machine which had three over each butt cheek hovering over my ass. The slowly lowered into me and I was gone.





Slave Immigrant Ch. 20



"Crap," snarled Uncle Paul, "he was talking to a ghost."

"Okay let's say he is," said Prince Otto, "that means he has talent you will be stuck with paying off his bond. Worse still we might have to re-examine all the Earth/Ancient Bonded Slaves. I believe in two days the Boom-boom Room will be getting thirty more. Do you know what kind of an expense that is? More than that, I'm the only Talent of my staff of one hundred and twenty who can see Ghost. You want me to interview every Earth Bonded Sex Slave? Do you want to pay for my time."

"No sir," said Uncle Paul, "but, what can we do?"

"Do you trust me?"

"If you can't trust a Clairvoyant Governor who can you trust?" Everybody in the room agreed.

"Fine, Liza Metallica," said Otto to a business woman in a pink silk suit. "You technician gave Mister Jones an injection designed for an Ancient, it that true."

"Yes, you're Excellency," she said handing a ram-stick to a Criminal Technician, "here is a security records." We all paused to watch a full video with audio.

"Miss Monica Ballvah," said Otto, looking at Mistress Cupcake. "You realize how much trouble you are in?"

"Me," she said.

"Do you know the difference between sixty-two point eight and one hundred."

"I don't understand."

"You nearly killed Mister Jones by giving bad information. I fine you one million credits." He pounded on the table, "case closed."

"One million," cried Mistress Cupcake, "I don't have one million credits."

"As a representative of the Boom-boom Room," said Marcy McDermott, "we will take up that bond."

"Wait a second," said Uncle Paul, "she is the daughter of a good friend of mine. I wish to take up the bond."

"That's a matter for the Commissioner to take care of," said Prince Otto. He lead the three of us to the elevator. "Try not to let it worry you okay."

"Yes sir," I said.

"Look," said Charles, "it's an honour that you came here to see us."

"I'm sorry you're so overworked and all," said Dianna.

"Me too," sighed Prince Otto, "by the way my secretary never misses a show Miss Dianna, she thinks you're a great actress."

"Why thank you," she smiled as the elevator door closed.





Slave Immigrant Ch. 20b



After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. I guess Human Recourses had me figured out correctly. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websites were tracked alright, but not by Homeland Security. I was a 24/7 Bonded Sex Slave with a 5 million credit debt to pay off. Worse still I didn't have any say on how or what I would be doing, I wasn't a citizen. After taking a Citizenship Test all that changed.

Actually I don't know why Mistress Dianna wanted to clean the condo. Within twelve hours unless otherwise directed Mandy makes sure the place is germ free. Mistress Dianna and Master Charles should have figured that out after she verbally chastised them over not feeding me well enough. Then again it was nice to move about the condo and see where everything goes. 

The condo was pie shaped, narrow end at the entrance. To the left, you enter the living room, which empties into the dining area and a balcony that is the far end. To the right from the entrance, a cloak/storage room, the slave bedroom, the guest bedroom, luxury bathroom, and the master bedroom. From there along the back, the kitchen, big enough to cook in and having a small 4 person table and chairs. From there a bar and arch to the dining area. Lots of open space, but economical in use. The balcony went out twelve feet and also had enough space at one end where the exercise equipment was gathering dust.

"That exercise equipment should be in working order," I told Mandy.

"Consider it done," Mandy told me. "Now go help Charles with the dishes he'll take forever with what he's doing."

I went to help Charles, and it was obvious he was not trained to be a domestic. With a little help and veiled threats that I would turn him over to Mandy he knuckled under and began to work. Meanwhile Mistress Dianna was sunbathing in the nude on the balcony and talking on her cell phone. She didn't check in on us till 11:30AM.

"I just noticed Al has a noon appointment at the Language Clinic," she said as she was dressed in street clothes. "What are you two doing?"

"Cleaning the grout with a tooth brush," Charles grumbled.

"Best way to make sure it's clean," I added.

"I'll take Al to the Clinic while you finish up."

"Yes Mistress," said Charles.

"I'll make sure he works hard," added Mandy as she lightly tapped his naked bottom with a riding crop.

"Will it use that on him," Mistress Dianna asked as I followed her into the slave room.

"If he doesn't do his work well enough," I told her. "Yes it will. Mandy is quite good at getting the best out of you. One way or another."

"You own all this stuff," she said looking inside my closet.

"I do have my own bank account," I explained. "Although most of these clothes are gifts from past clients. If you wish you may purchase clothes for me to wear."

"Well I don't know," she smiled, "budget and all. You have a credit ring?"

"Plain or gigolo," I asked opening a security box and showing two rings.

"I dress my men in expensive clothes," she smiled, "what can you afford?"

"My Manager has me restricted to point one percent of my total worth."

"What are you worth?"

"About three million, most of it is tied up in investments."

"I'm sleeping with the wrong man," she chuckled as she picked out some clothes that matched hers. "Put these on."

After another dazed session with the Language Clinic she took me back to the Body Shop. I was examined by a technician who advised it was possible for me to have anal sex that night. She then took me to a high end clothing store that I would never even consider. Thankfully she kept me in a chastity belt so I had some semblance of modesty. All the clothing was Heredshe since it was easier to lift a skirt than lower a pair of trousers. In a sense I became eye-candy to the female element of the Free Zone.

However that evening Mistress Dianna was entertaining a select group of friends and she was showing off her eye-candy naked. Charles unfortunately was also relegated to a house slave and served drinks. Mandy took care of the kitchen while dressed as a maid. I on the other hand was on my knees wide, and elbows on the living room coffee table. I was like some trophy to be examined and well I wasn't sure.

The guest filtered in and chuckled at the site of me on the coffee table. Some suggested it would have been better if I was on the dinner table among the munchies. Some of Mistress Dianna's friends were definitely the Femdom type, they looked down at me like something you would scrap off you shoe. A few well places slaps on the bottom dangerously close to my balls also came my way. Colin and Jeff made an appearance. Jeff felt I look positively ugly now that all signs of body hair, even the roots were gone. Colin groped my asshole and commented he had a son the same age as I appeared to be.

Uncle Paul and his entourage were the height of the party arriving at 10PM. With him was the head of the Power Enterprise Network from the city of Centropolsis. Which did not have as large a spaceport as Central City, they had a sizably larger population. At his feet knelt his new personal slave Cupcake. She had undergone quiet a transformation. The make-up, and clothes were gone. She was meek and mild towards him cuddling like butter will not melt in my mouth look. When she looked at me, she had murder in her eyes. He ass had a pink glow to it, owing that she had seen enough of Uncle Paul's use of the cane to keep her in line.

"Here's another of my prise possessions Gary," Uncle Paul said as he sat in a chair in front of me. The other gentleman sat on the sofa looking at me. "Pontiac Jones, meet Gary Knight of Power Enterprise Network the owner/director." He touched my face and pointed me towards the distinguished gentleman in an immaculate three piece business suit. His servant a young man in what at first looked like a matching skin tight business suit brought him a drink. When the young man turned I noticed he was wearing only body paint, he was nude too. I respectfully nodded my head.

"He's an Earthman," grunted Gary, "so what we have plenty in Centropolsis as well."

"This one has a degree in communication from Earth," pointed out Uncle Paul. "You told me, that Earth has the largest entertainment industries anywhere. He lived there, he studied it, and participated in it. Do you know how much personal wealth he has acquired since he has been here?"

"Probably peanuts," said Gary sipping his drink.

"Three million," said Uncle Paul making him choke on his drink.

"How many years has he been here," he asked.

"Three months, and Pontiac's Slave Beer sells in your city too."

"Pontiac," he asked lifting my face up and looking at me. "Yea, he chuckled, I've seen his face. I drink his beer before I bugger my servant Paulie here." Paulie looked very embarrassed. So why isn't he here sitting on the sofa in a suit."

"He's still learning, needs more humility before he talks."

"I see," chuckled Gary, "okay let's talk about your Schoolgirls Sound Punishment idea."

"I'm arranging to get the rights for the movie Schoolgirls Sound Punishment Movie to be made into a television show."

"You don't have the capital or personnel to do it. Not like the way we do it."

"That's why I want to involve all the small networks on this one, everybody chips in a couple billion, we find some teenage Bonded Slaves like Cupcake here, and we have a show."

"Who do you have in mind to write it?"

"Why write it, do it old school way like they did on Barnia, set up a limited lot with a couple hundred hidden cameras and shoot the whole thing. Let the actors make up the lines."

"We could run it 24/7 like Ed TV."

"Ed TV was a movie not reality," I said.

"Did somebody talk and move when he was not suppose to," asked Gary. A riding crop hit me hard on the naked ass. "Do you have something to say?"

"No Master Gary." The crop landed again hard.

"Did I say you could speak?" I knew the game, a spanking version of Simon Says. I kept my mouth shut while he ridiculed me. He then went on with Uncle Paul. "We should use him in the show too. Have him as a Goth to cover the neck band." I shrugged, rolled my eyes and said nothing.

"He's rolling his eyes at your Uncle Gary," chirped Cupcake. That was stupid on her part. Out can Uncle Paul's belt and he gave her a number of spanks. She found herself bending over an end-table with Uncle Paul's belt in her mouth.

Uncle Paul and his friend Gary then switched to speaking in Free Skyes Basic and I could only follow the odd word or two. They mentioned the wide open studios of Barnia which was where Jane Speedwell also worked on some porn and semi-porn movies. From what I was gathering the Coalition didn't have a clue as to what Hollywood or Bollywood were like. I think they still think the big companies are still there with their vast holdings of studio lots or that the movies that John Ford made in the deserts outside LA or Los Vegas are still there. To my knowledge there are vast suburbs there now.

"Let's play a fuck game," one of Mistress Dianna's friends said as her finger traced up and down the crack of my ass. She then penetrated my anus with her finger. "Oh he's so hot and moist like a woman's vagina." Others laughed at my expense. 

"What kind of a game," said Uncle Paul.

"We blindfold Mister Jones here," she said, "and somebody fucks his ass. Then he has to guess who did it."

"Mister Jones," said Mistress Dianna "is my husband's fuck toy. I don't think he wants to share his favourite bottom."

"Then we'll make your naughty husband watch," she laughed. "If he can't take orders, he has to see what happens."

"Humm," commented Mistress Dianna, "okay we have plenty of blindfolds."

"It sounds rather one sided," said Uncle Paul. "He should get a reward if he guess correctly."

"Right you are," chuckled Gary, "in fact I'll bet my boy's ass that Jones can guess is on one try."

"One try," said Uncle Paul, "I'll match with Cupcake here. I know she wants to cut his balls off for getting herself into her present situation."

"That sound fair," said Mistress Dianna, "one hour with the person of his choice. And the time goes down as other guest bugger him."

"You don't think your new boy-toy can figure out who's fucking him," asked Uncle Paul.

"Block his ears," called Colin from the back.

"Excellent suggestion," added Gary, "I'll throw in a box of Cubans with that." That made me perk up.

"Want to say something clever," said Uncle Paul as he took the crop out of my mouth.

"Clever," I gasped working my jaw, "yes sir, I'd rather smoke a Cuban over a White Owl any day."

"That's an Earth Expression," snapped Uncle Paul. He stuffed a small cake of soap into my mouth and then a hood was pulled over my head. I was encased in silence. My face forced to the table top.

Hands caressed me and jacked my penis I got so horny I could feel the Heredshe glands working and dripping out my ass and down my balls. The head of a penis pressed against my anus. It demanded entry as it slowly worked its way into me. It hurt, hurt like made and my ass struggled against it. I pushed back trying to shit it out. The penis pulled back and then forced itself into me. It worked itself past the ring of pain and into my colon. Finally it reached a point where it touched and gave me a sudden thrill. It was as if the tip of my cock was inside me and feeling a vagina or something.

Then I realized it, the new nerve ending. When being penetrated this deeply I would feel a sensation that would make me beg for a big cock up my ass. Fuck you Charles you bastard, I thought to myself. I still loved Jane, and that was all there is to it. I tried to concentrate on the person using me. I could feel the person's fingernails digging into me. The balls attacked to the cock didn't bounce naturally and they were smooth. Shaved balls had stubble, so this had to be one of Dianna's Femdom friends doing me. I had to think as to how else I could figure it out.

She started pounding me hard. She was reaching an orgasm and my cock was throbbing but no cum. Hands grabbed my arms and forced them behind my back. A high heeled foot brushed against my left ankle. A single strong hand held my hands behind my back and she rode me like a bronco rider. It must have looked pretty bizarre and I'm sure Uncle Paul's friend Gary was getting a good show. The soap in my mouth tasted horrible, my asshole hurt I was submitting, then came and came again. It was one of the most powerful multiple orgasms I ever felt. Foam from the soap gagged out of my mouth, my nose couldn't take in air fast enough. My body convulsed with the orgasms.

The hot hood was pulled off my head and I was filled in a room filled with laughter and applaud. I spat out the mini-bar of soap and gagged for air. I was spent, the fake cock was out of my asshole and various faces looked down at me as I was curled on my side.

"Sit him up," ordered Gary, "slave lick his cum up."

"Forgive me," I gasped, and gulped down some air, "for spitting up the soap Uncle Paul. Do you wish to continue my punishment by putting in another?" I opened my mouth half expecting another bar of soap but instead a mug of slave beer pressed against my mouth. Opening my eyes Mandy held the mug and looked stern. Behind her I could see Mistress Dianna looking concerned as her friends laughed.

"Thank you," I said as the mug was pulled away.

"So that's how an Ancient male has a multiple orgasm," said Gary. "We should see about getting one for our corporation."

"Just make sure he has some skills besides party tricks," added Uncle Paul. "Well boy, you have any idea who did this."

"It's all elementary my dear Uncle Paul," I said standing up and posing like Sherlock Holmes. To which, I may never match Leonard Nimoy's performance as the great detective. Besides I was in the nude, he never even took off his shirt. "May I elaborate?"

"He's playing for time," observed Gary. "Are you waiting for the culprit to confess?"

"As if buggery is considered a high crime in these modern days," I shrugged and wandered past the Femdom quartette and looked at Jeff. "You have long fingernails Jeff," I accused. I twisted to show off the scratches on my back and ass. "Everybody knows how you and Colin were unable to bugger me at the Boom-boom Room. Was this revenge?"

"That's it I did it," cried Jeff, "he's the greatest piece of Ass I ever had. Second to you Colin."

"You'll pay for this Jones," Colin cursed at me, "spoiling our marriage."

"Wrong," I snapped back. "Everybody at Action Network knows I have a skin allergy to silk, and you never take off your silk boxers. And I don't have a skin rash."

"Curses," grunted Jeff, "fucked again."

"I still want to know who's ass is better than mine," asked Colin.

"Look at the way he cries when he's being taken up the ass," defended Jeff. "He'll take any punishment, pain and all and never complain. That's exciting."

"That's also because he's never been trained to take a good cock," accused Colin. "Dianna," he called, "you're a poor trainer; put a butt plug up his ass every night. Small to large as soon as he can take a smaller one without complaint go to the next size."

"I'll put that on my to-do list," she laughed. Then to her friends in a whisper, "I get so horny when he cries."

"Excuse me," I said as I passed through the group. I stopped suddenly beside one of her friends, she was dressed almost exactly like Marilyn Monroe, except she was a Free Skyes woman. "You look like Marilyn Monroe," I smiled.

"Yes," she smiled in the same bashful way as the great actress, "Earth women are so sexy."

"Nonsense," I snapped, "they work hard, starve themselves, drink too much, do drugs, and have a host of sexual hang-ups. Since you hang out with Mistress Dianna that means you are a Femdom or a want-a-be Domme so you have to show off by fucking me hard. An earth woman has a hard time reaching an orgasm in public. You did it naturally are you an actress?"

"I'm Dianna's body double," she confessed. "How did he know I fucked him."

I walked back to the coffee table and the two industrialists. I stroked Gary's pet and noticed the paint didn't come off. Uncle Paul was chuckling and Gary was red-faced.

"Do I get my rewards now," I asked.

"Just as soon as you explain how you did it," demanded Gary.

"Well you can blame Princess Cupcake for that," I laughed. Cupcake's ass and then whole body cringed as she tried to go smaller. "You see I have only thirty-seven point eight percent Earth Human DNA. The rest of me is Ancient, and Ancients have a very good sense of smell. But it was Cupcake who made me different."

"How's that," asked Uncle Paul.

"Colin," I called across the room to the overweight film critic. "Do you mind showing off your ass?"

"I do," he called back.

"I don't mind," called Jeff, then to Colin, "get up there and show off your ass bum-boy."

"Oh why me," he cursed as he got up and walked up next to me. I already figured out that Colin was still a submissive even though he found the courage to escape being on Heredshe. Jeff was smarter and used Colin in many ways including being his submissive. Colin turned and dropped his pants. He was wearing a jock-strap chastity belt which left his asshole exposed. He too was horny and his butthole was dripping.

"As you can see," I wiped my left hand up the crack of his ass and my right up mine. "Or should I say smell, we both have different scents. He's a true Heredshe, but mine is altered with a sweet smell." Uncle Paul and Gary were impressed. Colin had to take a sniff at my hands and was surprised.

"You know I do intend to fuck your sweet ass," he whispered to me.

"Loose thirty pound," I whispered back into his ear, "get my owner's permission and I would gladly be your bitch. Until then," I wiped my own scented hand on his silk pocket kerchief, "use this to dream on." He sniffed the kerchief and stuffed it deep into his pocket. Maybe the thought of actually being able to make love to me kept him working on his weight problem. Before I could make any more of a scene of myself Mistress Dianna put a firm hand on the back of my neck.

"Well," she smiled to the crowd, "I guess it's time to put my little slave to bed."

"Good idea," said Uncle Paul, "we've had enough sex games for the night. He can take Cupcake to bed with him for the next hour."

"You too Vargus," Gary said to his boy/slave. "Miss Dianna mind if I take in the night air and enjoy a cigar."

"No problem sir."

"Send your husband out too," he added, "put an ashtray gag on his mouth."

"It's cold out here," grumbled Charles as a penis gage with an ashtray on the end of a tube was strapped on his face. His hands were free, but he knows better to keep them behind his back.

"You have one hour," Mistress Dianna told me. "I promise not to peek," she whispered in my ear and gave me a kiss.

"Check the cameras all you want," I whispered back holding her for a moment. "If I'm good, maybe you'll let me watch too." I took cupcake's hand and made her pinch Vargus's ear. Being much taller the boy had to bend over to accommodate her. She still had Uncle Paul's belt in her mouth and I knew he wouldn't mind if I used it on her. "Oh Mandy," I called to the Android.

"Yes Mister Jones," it said walking up to me in a sexy manor in its maid outfit.

"Can I have a treat tonight," I asked in a childish fashion, "some chocolate cookies and milk?"

"Alright," said Mandy as it sauntered back to the kitchen, "but it's going to be two percent whole milk, I'm watching your weight Mister Jones."




Slave Immigrant Ch. 20b



I lead the two slaves into my tiny room and pushed Cupcake into the corner. Vargus was even more surprised at the decor Mistress Dianna put into the room. He was about to speak when the door opened. Mandy gave me a plate of cookies and a glass of milk.

"Did you want me to get some more for your friends," it asked me.

"They can scrounge for their own food," I smiled as I sat down in my computer chair and enjoyed a cookie.

"Oh wow," burst Vargus after the door closed. "This place looks like the room I shared with my brothers."

"I'll let that pass," I said dunking my cookie.

"What kind of a slave are you," he asked me.

"He's a rotten bastard," said Cupcake taking the belt out of her mouth.

"I was waiting to see how long it would take," I said pulling her across my lap and using the belt on her naked bottom. The three of us Bonded Slaves were not wearing chastity belts and Cupcake struggled to get away exposing herself horribly. Vargus got so confused he turned to face the wall. I quickly hooked my leg about her legs, pinned her thin arms and began spanking her. Eventually she calmed down.

"Did I tell you to look away Vargus," I snapped. He turned and watched as Cupcake was spanked till she was crying. "Now stand in the corner and keep still," I told her.

I reclined in my office chair and spread my legs. I pointed to my cock and Vargus got on his knees and went to work. Reaching over I grabbed my TV remote control and switched on the Cartoon Network. 

"What were you asking." I asked Vargus as I pushed him away from my cock so that he can speek.

"Well," he gasped, "I don't get it, you come from the protected planet Earth. So you have a gambling fine or something?"

"No," I smiled, "I'm surprised you never researched Bonded Slaves from Earth. I was seventy-five years old, on my deathbed. Somebody asked me if I wanted to live again as a sex slave. You have no idea how sexually suppressed Earth is. So now I owe the company five million credits. What about you?"

"I don't fit in well where I come from," he confessed. "I'm only seventeen, and I got into trouble because," he looked down at the floor.

"You'd rather be physically punished than talked to," I finished. He nodded in agreement. 

"I'm here because of him," Cupcake sniffled. "It's his entire fault." A quick swat on the bottom kept her quite for the moment.

"You're here because you forgot that I'm thirty-seven point eight percent human and not all Ancient."

"Is it possible for an Ancient to become a Bonded Slave," asked Vargus.

"Sure," I chuckled, "they would enjoy the experience."

"I hear lots of stories about Ancients among the belters," said Vargus. "You actually met one?"

"A whole tribe I think. You know anything about red bananas?"

"They say you shove a quarter of one up a person's bottom, and they will be begging to be on the receiving end of a gang-bank."

"Really," I laughed as I bent Cupcake over my computer desk and caressed her sore bottom. "Did you know I have a bunch of Red Bananas in my closet." I fingered her asshole. Checking the desk drawer I found a lube applicator, and a small jar or red lubricant. I used the red on her. "How does your banana feel," I asked her.

"Owl," she cried, "oh ouch, ouch ouch. I feel, oh, please fuck me."

"That's not a real banana," laughed Vargus.

"Turn around," I told him, "bend over and spread your ass cheeks." He did and I inserted the red greased fingers. His ass wasn't as tight as Cupcakes. "A red banana is hotter that this watered down stuff."

"Oh dear," gasped Vargus. "How do you get it out?"

"I gets fucked out of you."

"Please fuck me. My master rarely does me."

"We'll see," I said as I stood up and took Cupcake up the ass. "Is this what you want?"

"You bastard," she cursed.

"Okay," I told her as I withdrew. "I'll send you back to Uncle Paul with a note saying you were so naughty I don't want you until you are properly disciplined which only he can do."

"He'll use the cane on me," she gasped. Then the heat of the cream hit her. "He' won't fuck me there. He saves that for his boys. You'd think I'm wearing a chastity belt, I don't get fucked at all." She sank to her knees and cried.

Luckily Mistress Dianna and Master Charles kept a small supply of toys in every room of the condo. I zip-tied her hands behind her back, penis gage in her mouth and spreader bar between her thighs as we laid her on the top bunk. Vargus grinned at me.

"I wish I could have done that to a few of my sisters," he laughed.

"You're next," I laughed and pulled him across my lap. He accepted the spanking with enthusiasm and sex play was lots of fun. So much fun that I forgot the time and a quick slap of Gary's riding crop brought me back to reality.

"Jones," snapped Mistress Dianna. The two of us pulled apart and we quickly went to the floor on our knees.

"Forgive these noble slaves Mistress Dianna and Uncle Paul," I grovelled. "It was I who was responsible for forgetting the time and enjoying young Vargus's company. Uncle Paul forgive me, I do not have your firm authority to keep Slave Cupcake in line, I had to put her in bondage. She is too much of a hellion for me to tame. It is I who need better instruction."

"Darn he's a first class groveller," chuckled Gary.

"He's probably had lots of practice on Earth," agreed Uncle Paul. "Mistress Dianna, have your slave carry Cupcake to the dining room. I'll give everybody a demonstration on how to deliver the cane." The guest followed Uncle Paul and Charles leaving Mandy Vargus, Gary and Mistress Dianna with me.

"I only have two Cubans on me," smiled Gary as he put two fine cigars on my computer desk. "Did you want to smoke a White Owl," he smiled and thrust his crotch towards my face.

I looked at Mistress Dianna who gave me a half nod. I lowered the old man's fly and took out his manhood. Like most Free Skyes men his cock was quick on the trigger and in no time he came in my mouth. Vargus looked disappointed, I guess no cock for him the rest of the night.

"Very good job young man," he smiled putting his manhood away.

"I'm not that young," I confessed. This cloned body is barely three months old, but my brain is seventy-five. I'm far from a spring rooster."

"Seventy-five," chuckled Gary, "barely middle age out here. I'm one hundred and eighty years young. I'll probably fuck Vargus a few times more tonight."

"Holy cow," I gasped in Earth English. I kissed his feet then Mistress Dianna's feet.

"What's with this," he demanded.

"You're the oldest man I ever gave myself too," I grovelled deeply. "You honour me. And to Mistress Dianna I beg that you please don't beat me too hard for speaking Earth English." She waited till Gary and Vargus left the room.

"Too late," she hissed at me. Then to Mandy, "good thing this room is soundproof. Punish him good, and then diaper him for bed. He can sleep in here for the night. I'll be using my husband for the night. By the way Al," she looked at the TV, "cartoons."

"My guilty pleasure," I confessed.

"See you in the morning."

I was so scared of the punishment Mandy was going to give me I was crying before it started. It paused several times and allowed me to cry and calm down before it punished me some more using just using its hand. Androids can be so cruel. That ended the night, when I woke up the next morning I suddenly realized it was Sunday. 

"Good morning Mandy," I said as it lifted my legs and took the damp diaper off me. "Am I going to be punished for wetting myself."

"No," it told me. "You are supposed to use your, movable bathroom. The person in charge this day will choose how you are rewarded."

"So," I had to ask, "who is in charge today?"

"Why you are," it wiped my bottom and genitals clean. "What sexual reward do you want."

"Can I fuck you," I asked. It pulled off its maid uniform as it slipped the nubile body beside me in bed.

"It is our duty to serve you Mister Jones," it smiled to me kissing my nipples. "Just remember your other lazy slaves are still in bed." I slipped my cock into it, and rolled on top of it.

"Gawd," I gasped, "you feel so much like the real thing. Let me do this, then fetch me a paddle, we have an interesting day."

"Dianna and Charles's profiles are on your computer," Mandy told me. "If you don't measure up to their standards I'll take you back here for a conference. You don't want to do the same mistakes as at the McDermotts."

"Shit," I cursed loosing the mood. "You are a wet blanket."



Slave Immigrant Ch. 21



After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. I guess Human Recourses had me figured out correctly. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websites were tracked alright, but not by Homeland Security. I was a 24/7 Bonded Sex Slave with a 5 million credit debt to pay off. Worse still I didn't have any say on how or what I would be doing, I wasn't a citizen. After taking a Citizenship Test all that changed.

Today should be my favourite day of the week, Sunday, the day I'm in charge of the household. Not a fun position for a bonded slave to be in. For one thing if I make a mistake in spanking too hard, or not demanding enough the tables will switch very quickly and with terrible results. Last thing I wanted to do was to be sent back to the Boom-boom Room or miss the chance or working in the Entertainment Industry which I was sure I would be good at.

"What time is it," I asked Mandy.

"Six o'clock," my Android told me. "Your usual time is five, and according to the condo's computer these two sleep till ten. What are your orders?"

"Can I have a cup of coffee and some toast while I read over their files," I asked, "please?"

"Very well," Mandy agreed, "but you will need to do your morning exercises you are getting fat."

"I'm sure you will remedy that," I shuttered reaching to feel my well spanked bottom from last night.

"You can touch yourself," advised Mandy, "use a slave when you want to sexually relieve yourself."

"My bottom seems to be healing faster," I half asked it. "Is this what being an Ancient is all about?"

"I'm afraid so," it advised bringing a tray into my room. 

From previous conversations I know Dianna and Charles both had stressful jobs and all they wanted to do on Sunday was to just shut-down and relax. Both are into spankings, light bondage, chastity, and a number of other fetishes similar to mine, with one main exception, they like to switch often. I think they need a little stability even with their hectic work schedule. 

"From what I see here," I said with a sigh, "these two needs is a good schedule to live by a little more order."

"Why talk to me," Mandy replied blandly, "I'm just an Android."

"Well you are a very organized and well programmed Android," I argued back. "You can at least give me advice."

"I suppose," it grumbled.

"I hate to look outside my room," I ventured, "will I have to clean the house."

"Certainly not," it snapped, "Mistress Dianna said half drunkenly, "we're going to bed,"" it chirped in her drunken voice, ""clean up a little will ya." So I did."

The house was spotless, Mandy was as ever efficient. I told her it was time to get into trainer mode and it marched me out to the balcony for a half hour of calisthenics. It didn't need to touch me; I worked hard and wanted to keep myself in shape. The question is will I be able to get Dianna and Charles into shape. After taking a shower and enduring having Mandy was my private parts and giving me a cleansing enema was I allowed getting dressed and being back in charge? I changed into my sweat suit and got to work.

"Good morning slaves," I cheered to Charles and Dianna. Charles's ass was very sore and in the air, Dianna was on her back double ended strap-on still on her. "Dianna leaving that thing in your pussy is not good for your health."

"It feels so good," she grumbled. "I want to go back to sleep."

"You will not you naughty slave," I unsnapped the clasps and took it out of her. He vagina was gaping wide from the night of fucking, I turned her over and gave her a dozen with the paddle. Mandy then handed me her chastity belt and she was locked up. Upon seeing what was happening to his wife Charles got out of bed quickly.

"Alright you two," I said. "Out for calisthenics," they both grumbled but a few swats of the paddle got them moving. Mandy instructed them into a light morning work-out. They were pathetic; I verbally humiliated the two of them and moved twice as fast as them to get them moving. In the end they were both exhausted. 

A few swats of the paddle and they moved into the shower where Mandy cleaned them both. I kept them both in chastity belts but ordered a sport-bra for Dianna since she was supporting a pair of C-cups. Breakfast was however amusing.

"This stuff is pretty bland," grumbled Charles, "can't I have a taste of what you have Master."

"That's Mister Jones to you," snapped Mandy giving a smack on the back of the head.

"Mister Jones," said Dianna, "this porridge is rather bland."

"Well," I smiled, "now you know why your humble slave will suck every bit of sweetness off your fingers. Slave Porridge is designed to give you all the nutrients you need and keep you regular. I let you sit at chairs in a civilized manner, would you rather eat while on your knees?"

"No Mister Jones," they both said.

"Now one of you has to pretend they are in charge and take me to the Mall," I concluded. "So you both better behave, one will have the freedom of going to the Mall. The other, tied to a bunk with a butt-plug up their ass. Now the dishes need to be cleaned. And since the automated dish-washer is expensive to use, doing it by hand will be done whenever and wherever possible. Charles your hands are rather tough, you wash."

I kept the two of them busy, little contest like pushing a roll of toilet paper with their noses around the living room. Winner will not get it up the ass by me. Dianna worked very hard not to get it up the ass and that made me curious. By the time Dianna and I had to go to the Mall Charles had a large butt-plug up his sore ass. I left him in the slave room with Mandy watching over him.

"Over my knee," I ordered Dianna as I sat down on a comfortable chair in the Master Bedroom and lined up a row of butt-plugs.

"I've been a good girl," she protested but bend over my knee. She was wearing a grey summer dress to match my grey sweat suit. I lifted the dress to expose her naked ass. I pressed one finger against her anus. "Ouch," she shuttered.

"Virgin," I asked, "your file says anal."

"Well," she stammered, "I'm anal curious. But if given the choice I would rather have you in my pussy."

"You should realize," I told her; "you will get it up the ass by me, whenever I want to. Period," I used a liberal amount of lube up her ass and inserted a small butt-plug slowly into her ass. She whimpered but took it all. I then locked the butt-plat into place. "Okay," I sighed, "you can play at being the Mistress till we get back. Do you want to strip me and put me in chastity?"

"No," she sighed, "but I don't see where being in a Mall with this thing up my ass will help me very much. You're in charge, so, let's go."

After another dizzy session at the Language Clinic I wanted to sit and relax. I told her I wanted to have a snack, so she took me to her favourite ice cream shop. Compared to the Dairy Queen her favourite place was outrageous. One taste told me why, the ice cream was loaded with liquor.

"If Mandy finds out I was drinking alcohol," I told Dianna, "it will cane me. I can't finish this, can you order me a non-alcoholic drink please."

"And if I told you to finish it," she smiled wickedly at me.

"I would do as I am told," I told her humbly.

"And face a very hard beating."

"Yes Mistress Dianna."

"I bet Cupcake would not be as lenient as me. Waiter," she called, "my companion has no tolerance to alcohol this will make him very sick. Could you make him a non-alcoholic drink please?"

"At once Madam," the boy-toy waiter said. He wore a male version of a very skimpy waitress which included a Heredshe thong. 

"You were checking out his ass," Dianna accused me.

"I'm bisexual," I chuckled, "I can look. Just don't touch," I added sheepishly in an attempt to give her cow eyes.

"You are such a rogue," she laughed. She drank both drinks and it didn't seem to affect her. I enjoyed my milkshake. Finally I got the nerve to ask her a more serious question.

"Any idea on what Uncle Paul's plans are for me," I had to ask.

"You first have to learn the language," she avoided. "Concentrate on that."

"I get these weird shots and hypno-sleep. You call that study."

"By next Friday you will be able to understand the written word. You will also be able to watch some TV in Freedom Common then you get an idea. Other than that, it's up to you."

"What do you mean?"

"He doesn't want you in the station unless absolutely necessary. So after your class I'll have you over for afternoon delight."

"So I'm locked up at your condo waiting for another Intern to pick me up?"

"Exactly."

"Can I do research?"

"Sure," she smiled, "just don't go into the station."

"Alright," I surrendered. Then changing the subject, "do you think I could be an actor," I had to ask.

"You," she looked me over, "hard to tell, for all I know you could be acting nice to me."

"Well, consider me a friend Dianna, for that is the best loyalty I can give you."

"You don't love your Mistress," she teased me.

"Love is a strong word," I warned her, "and if a Clairvoyant, two of them actually, say you will marry somebody, well, I guess I should surrender to my fate."

"And you're still my friend," she concluded, "even after all the terrible things I do to you, the diapers, having my friends bugger you. Ordering Mandy to punish you. You don't mind me doing that to you?"

"It pays the bond," I shrugged, "and, well, I need it. I am a submissive. And you are my owner."

"Okay," she shrugged, "let's go home, maybe Mister Jones will take this thing out of my ass."

"Sure," I agreed, "because he wants to put his cock up it.

"Ouch."

*

I returned home and took some time to tease Charles by having him kneeling in his chastity belt watching me take his wife up the ass. Dianna took the fucking and surrendered to my hands and came when I did. Next came Charles, taking a good thin vibrator I worked it deep in his ass and milked him. He hated it but took it like a man.

By the time we had supper I figured it was time to get down to business and find out what our schedules would be like. Both Charles and Dianna were starting not to like slave food, but Mandy vetoed any opposition to eating at least until somebody got a raise in pay. But I had other concerns.

"So let me figure this out," I said enjoying my steak dinner. "I'm not in charge, and yet I have to make sure you two get up in the morning, exercise, eat right, and send you off to work."

"That's right," said Charles.

"And until I meet Uncle Paul's requirements for work," I continued, "I'm not supposed to be in the office."

"Except for my afternoon delight," smiled Dianna, "I get really horny and need a good stiff fuck from a man with an average size penis. Sorry Charles I love you for lots of reasons, but not your penis."

"Maybe I can do something with the bonus," he grumbled.

"And I want to keep you in chastity," she added.

"Wha," he gasped, then submitted, "yes Mistress."

"You mean I got all this done to my ass for nothing," I cried.

"Oh heck no," said Dianna, "Uncle Paul likes you that way and it reminds you that you don't have any say in sexual matters."

"A chastity belt would have been easier," I grumbled.

"Can't wear a diaper over a chastity belt," chuckled Charles. "And by the way," he added, "I'm still in charge the first three days of the week. Mandy, he wears diapers when he's at home. He only needs an enema before house parties, business meetings, and when Mistress Dianna or I, please, butt fuck him."

"I'm not into diapers," I insisted.

"Then why do you wet them at night," asked Mandy.

"Okay I just can't wait for hours with nothing to do."

"Clean house," said Dianna.

"Two hours work," I complained, "less if I put my mind to it. What is the balance sheet of a normal show at Action Network?"

"That depends on the budget," said Charles, "and the type of show."

"Have you guys done real life shows before," I asked.

"Yea but hey tanked," he grumbled.

"Well let me see the records," I asked, "balanace sheets, the shows, rating, customer demographics."

"Look at him, he wants to be a Producer."

"Well why not," countered Dianna, "he'll make good money and pay off his bond faster."

"Because he's a bonded slave," snapped Charles, "he has no loyalty. He'll pay off his bond and then go work for the highest bidder. We've seen that before. Give me that steak Al," we switched plates, "enjoy. And you're not banging my wife tonight."

"You're just jealous because he's smarter than you," snapped Dianna. "And maybe I won't let you out of that chastity belt unless you are tied down."

"Really," Charles snapped back.

"Then I'll do it with Al on the floor. And he can relieve himself by squatting on your cock till he comes in your face."

"Ohh," grunted Charles as his chastity belt felt smaller. "Okay," he switched plates with me, "I get the picture."

"Do I get to finish the steak," I asked Dianna, "or should I give it to you?"

"You idiot," cursed Charles.

Mistress Dianna got up from her chair. Walked around the table and pulled my sweat shirt off and put it on herself. She was beautiful wearing just my sweatshirt and nothing else. She moved my plate to one side and pushed my face to the table. After she pulled down my pants and underwear she took Charles plate of porridge with mashed potatoes and gravy and smeared the mess on my naked bottom. Grabbing Charles by the ear, she made him walk on his knees putting his face to my ass.

"Enjoy your meal boys," she laughed and pushed her plate towards my face.

Things got quiet for the next half hour. I ate what Dianna left for me, I didn't want to go hungry. Charles eventually like me had to eat and licked the mess off my bottom, legs and crotch of my underwear where it dripped off. We waited, not sure what would happen next.

"Alright you two get up," Mistress Dianna ordered, "kiss and make-up."

"Sorry," I said giving Charles a hug and kissing him on the cheek. "I don't want to take your job away, and I do want to stay on."

"Okay," he told me and kissed me on the mouth. His hands wandered squeezing my ass and cock.

"Knock it off Charles," Dianna ordered. "Let's go to bed."

"Forgive me Mistress," I had to say. "The dishes need to be done. Mandy is my trainer and not a house servant for the most part."

"Alright," she agreed, "get to work. Charles come with me."

"Some day of being the boss," Mandy smacked me on the bottom. "Now clean this mess quickly."

Under Mandy's watchful camera eyes I quickly went about my house cleaning duties. Dishes, mixing bowls, frying pans, and dropped food on the floor was all quickly cleaned. With a certain sense of satisfaction I left the clean kitchen and headed into the Master Bedroom.

I knew that I would be walking in on something. Charles was finally out of his chastity belt, but not in command. She put a slave hood on him blocking his eyes and ears. He was tied on his back spread-eagle with his cock fully erect. She was tickling his naked body with a large fluffy feather. I wasn't sure if I should knock, kneel or what. Mistress Dianna spotted me out of the corner of her eye.

"Stroke your cock slave," she ordered. "Make it hard and get yourself aroused."

"Yes Mistress," I said, touching myself openly for the first time. My heart races and I could feel an itch right inside the ring of my asshole. As time went by I knew this itch so well as my Heredshe glands began to work and lubricate my anal passage getting it ready for the insertion of a female Heredshe tentacle/penis to impregnate me. The whole laws of nature from different Coalition Stars played on me. Deep inside my rectal tract was a simulated clitoris so that when touched would spur on sexual ecstasy. More than that my DNA was sixty-two point eight percent Ancient, and Ancients can have multiple orgasms. Such lack of control was embarrassing.

"Climb on to the bed," Mistress Dianna ordered me. "Straddle him, and lower yourself down." I lowered myself on to Charles's cock and Mistress Dianna guided it into my asshole. My ass was still too tight, I never spent too much time with a butt-plug up my ass and that big cock was wide. 

"Ouch," I gasped stopping, "please it is too big."

"Do as you are ordered," she told me sternly. Gulping down the pain I lowered my well greased ass on to Charles. Feeling his cock being encased by a well greased warm body he arched his body up ramming his cock deeper into me. I try to pull away but Mistress Dianna grabbed my thigh and pushed me down. With the cock further into me it touched my internal clitoris making me shutter. I sat on his groin his cock deeply in me.

"Now ride those ponies," Mistress Dianna told me hitting my bottom and I began rocking on Charles's cock. Cut off from outside orders Charles started arching and thrusting his cock further into me. We began rocking and fucking in earnest. All I could hear from Charles was his groans and breathing though the hood and a breathing penis gage that was stuffed in his mouth. "Ride him," she urged me.

"Permission to cum," I gasped as I could feel my body mounting.

"I hear you have better senses than most humans," Mistress Dianna told me. "Can you feel Charles when he comes?"

"Yes Mistress," I grunted between my teeth trying not to come. "I believe I do, I can feel his penis is about to do it."

"On your word," she told me, "you can-not come until he does."

"Yes Mistress," I hissed blinking back the sweat that ran into my eyes. Charles arched up hard and stood there. "He's coming," I told her.

"You may come," she told me.

"As you wish," I gasped and my cock spurted four shots of cum on Charles's chest.

"Get off him and lick his chest clean," she ordered me as she took the hood off Charles's head. His penis was wet and very limp as it came out of my ass. I got on my knees and licked my come off his naked chest: while Mistress Dianna gently kissed his face. "Put his chastity belt back on him," she ordered.

I felt sorry for Charles as I stuffed his limp manhood into the metal tube of the chastity belt front pointing the head down to a hole that he can urinate through. The front plate was held in place by two straps made of a leather composite combined with metal making it almost unbreakable. It all held together with a wide belt no thicker than a leather belt, but was also a GPS locater, and mini-computer which allowed the locks to be undone only by authorized personnel or EMS. His ass hanged open, so that he could take a dump when he wanted to, but a detachable back plate could also be added to prevent anal sex or hold a butt-plug up there. I felt sorry for him period.

"Feel like having another go at sex," Mistress Dianna asked me with a smile.

"Yes Mistress," I smiled.

"Too bad," she told me. "Have Mandy put a diaper on you and go sleep on your matt by the bathroom. And remember you are here for our entertainment."

There was no use complaining or reminding, Mandy put the diaper on me and gave me a small quilt to curl under. To make things worse the temperature in the condo is lowered at night making it cooler and being able to cuddle under the covers. Unfortunately I was alone on a matt longing for Jane.

"Get up," Charles's foot nudged me. I was half asleep when I moved aside and he went into the bathroom. I followed not sure what I was there for. He sat on the old fashion toilet and passed water. When he finished the toilet drained and bidet functions took over. "Get me some cotton-swabs," he ordered. I checked the cabinet and found what looked like Q-tips and gave them to him. "Can you clean around the drain here," he pointed to the base of his belt.




Slave Immigrant Ch. 21



"Yuck," I gasped, "I my wiping your pee drain. Which I guess is slightly better than wiping your ass after a shit." 

"No," said Charles, "I normally do that after work, and you are busy at the set at that time. Lucky you."

"Yes Master," I humbly looked at the floor. He didn't miss that and lifted my face to him.

"What is it," he asked.

"I'm here to serve you both," I confessed. "And I suppose I long for you touch too."

"You may regret that," he told me.

"Am I disturbing something," said Mistress Dianna as she walked into the bathroom.

"No Mistress," said Charles as he went to his knees, "Al here was cleaning my pee-hole."

"Then go to bed husband," she ordered. Then to me, "I need somebody to wipe me clean after I have a pee." She pulled her robe to one side exposing her naked body to me and sat on the toilet. "Get some wet wipes," she ordered me, "I hate bidets, and they splash all over." She leaned forward to pee into the bowel and as she went took the opportunity to kiss me on the lips. My diaper started feeling very small.

"Do you need to be changed yet," she asked reaching into my diaper. "Nope, just a little pre-cum and a hard-on; I wonder if I should do something about that?" She stood up and towered over me as I wiped her vagina clean. "Now prove you did a good job," she ordered me. "Use your tongue." 

She put one foot on the bath-tub and leaned against a towel post that was so secure I'm sure people have been tied to it. I worked my tongue into her rolling it up to her clitoris and down again to her vaginal opening. After a few minutes of this I got bold and worked my left hand up her leg to her anus while the right started touching her clitoris. Since she didn't stop me I started finger fucking her anus while rubbing her clitoris. She reached above herself to one of the rings pulling herself up and shuttering to an orgasm. 

"I'm going to have so little sleep tonight," she smiled as she sat back on the toilet and flushed it. "Lie on your back." I couldn't see what she was up to as she fumbled with the cabinet. "Lift your legs into the diaper change position," she ordered. She took the diaper off me and put it aside. "We'll put this back on later," she smiled, "see I'm not being wasteful." She positioned herself using her body to hold me in that odd position and keep her hands free. "See this," she held up a long dildo/vibrator. "I'm going to make you cum while I invade you anus. No touching your penis either. I want to see you cum."

She pressed the vibrator against my self-lubricating ass and slowly pushed it in. The pain was incredible as she worked her way past my sphincter. Gritting my teeth I pushed against it trying to make it easier. It entered and she started fucking in and out working her way down. Soon not only was she pressing against my G-spot she reached my clitoris. My eyes glazed over and I came.

"That was quick," she smiled. She pulled the vibrator out of me and dropped it on the floor. "Wash it clean then go back to sleep on your matt. Mandy, diaper him."

"That was quick," I said to Mandy as I washed the vibrator.

"It certainly was," it noted.

"I use to take quite a while," I noted, "I mean before maybe a half hour, now. How long was that?"

"Three minutes," Mandy told me. "Now stop procrastinating get on that table so that I can diaper you and put you to bed."

*

Morning arrived way too soon, 5AM and Mandy had me up and doing morning exercises. Master Charles, (Monday right,) and Dianna reluctantly followed her suggestions and veiled threats. The treadmill was set for uphill and I worked hard to maintain speed while Charles and Dianna sluggishly jogged along. We rotated on the pulley weights and they rested while I continued doing push-ups.

"You don't expect us to keep up with him do you," Master Charles asked Mandy.

"Nonsense," replied Mandy. "As an Ancient he would be considered weak. But definitely not Free Skyes or Earth Human, and I will keep pushing him till he peaks. You two on the other hand, need work. So lay off the jelly doughnuts."

"Do I have to do what it says," Dianna asked Charles.

"Hum," he pondered. Even though he wore a chastity belt Charles was definitely in charge. "You may call Mandy on your cell phone and ask her as to what you can snack on during your many breaks. I can also check the station security and check in on you too."

"Yes Master," she complied too easily.

"Oh please," I had to say. "That was too easy. I smell a sneak slave here."

"You don't know this house," said Master Charles. "Dianna knows that I do check in on her and I do punish her. So keep your mouth shut till you know better. Or do I need to remind you," he raised his hand and I clamped my lips together.

Charles relaxed in a hot bath while Dianna and I took a shower together. Well, more like we bathed each other and Dianna certainly enjoyed making sure my genital was very clean. Master Charles meticulously chose my clothes, three inch heeled shoes with locks so that I couldn't take them off and a small butt-plug up my ass with a diaper over it. Dianna and I ate a slave breakfast while Master Charles enjoyed a well balance breakfast. 

"Comfortable," Master Charles asked me.

"No Master Charles," I told him truthfully, "I feel like a huge stubby dick is inside me. Can Mandy take it out now?"

"No," Master Charles told me, "I'm tired of your crying every time you are entered. Mandy; how long can he be taking a training session?"

"Oh," smiled Mandy down at me, "that depends, do you intend to mess his diaper or can I give him an enema at say 11AM so that he would be submissive when he is taken for his language lesson."

"Well now," laughed Master Charles, "messy diapers or a long session with a butt-plug." I shrunk in humiliation.

"Messy diapers," chuckled Dianna, "will Mandy have a video feed of her changing him?"

"Does somebody want to go to work with a sore butt," Master Charles asked her. Dianna looked down at her porridge and kept eating. "Give him an early enema," he ordered Mandy, "then put it back in. Dianna, you can check to see if he can take a stage two butt-plug up his ass during your afternoon delight."

"I don't know," she complained, "he came very quickly when I did him last night."

"Butt-plugs widen the sphincter muscles," Master Charles told her. "They have to be exercised so that he can still clench and hold an enema and not end up pooping his pants. We don't want to give him irritable bowel syndrome and having to pay for his medication. Precautions can be taken," he told me, "so don't worry about it."

"Thank you Master," I told him.

"I also pulled aside a suit for you to wear in the city," Master Charles pointed out, "you can't be seen anywhere near the Ringo Building naked. Those are Uncle Paul's Rules. And yes, you will have panties on under the skirt."

"Time to go to work," Dianna chirped up. She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Try to stay out of trouble, and clean up please." Meekly I followed them to the door. Master Charles turned and gave me a deep kiss on the lips while caressing my bottom.

"You be good," he told me, "come Friday I might be out of this contraction and it will be in you."

"Can't wait Master," I told him as the diaper felt smaller due to my erection.



Slave Immigrant Ch. 22



After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. I guess Human Recourses had me figured out correctly. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websites were tracked alright, but not by Homeland Security. I was a 24/7 Bonded Sex Slave with a 5 million credit debt to pay off. Worse still I didn't have any say on how or what I would be doing, I wasn't a citizen. After taking a Citizenship Test all that changed.

I was really regretting posting that I was interested in diapers, talking about it, and surfing the diaper websites. When Master Charles and Mistress Dianna left for work I was suddenly trapped and alone in their empty condo. I had four and a half hours of study time, or at least that's what my computer's calendar told me. After checking for incoming messages I had one from Uncle Paul, it was a video file, so I played it.

"Hello Al," he smiled at me, "well today is the first day of your not working for me. So now you have to ask yourself, how can you help me? I want people who can think, I don't need yes-men. We have no room for them. So today's assignment, is I want you to do a comparative study of the other channels that people watch. I know you can only speak Coalition Common, but that's a good start. See what the other people are doing okay?" I went to turn off the video. "If you don't say yes Uncle Paul real fast Mandy will give you six with the cane."

"Yes Uncle Paul," I shouted at the computer.

"Good boy," he chuckled, "but not so loud. Mandy will take you over her knee and give you one for every decibel of your shouting. That is all."

"Ah shit," I cursed. The door to my room opened and Mandy stood there wearing a maid's uniform. It was not a sexy maid uniform, more like a Victorian full length dress.

"Come here naughty boy," she ordered sternly. I followed her into the empty dining room where a single chair was in the middle of the floor, curtains pulled wide, a news camera robot hovered outside. Undoubtedly Uncle Paul, Master Charles, and maybe Dianna were watching. I might be getting a spanking now, but later Master Charles will also have words with me too. "You yelled at sixty-three decibels," it told me. My diaper was pulled down, I was pulled across her lap, butt-plug taken out and I was given a spanking.

I took the punishment silently, I've had worse. Once done Mandy took me into the bathroom and gave me a cleansing enema. It then put some lube in me and the same butt-plug that was in me earlier. It actually felt a little more comfortable and the diaper was put back on.

The same hard chair was placed in front of the entertainment centre with a pad and pen. I sat down and took stock of the situation. A remote control for the TV and the owner's manual was on the coffee table. I quickly read it over and started multi-viewing what was on TV. Mandy brought me some milk and cookies and I made notes. I found that the system had recording capabilities and it was all making sense to me.

It was not much different than local TV back on Earth. Local television stations don't have the budget to compete with national or specialty stations. Action Network, had only a few real stars, and some shows that were down-right bad. And that is only in the two hours of actual watching I was doing.

"Mandy," I politely asked, "can I give Master Charles a phone call, it is local."

"You can ask me," it told me.

"Okay can I make some local phone calls," I asked it.

"No," it replied, "you will have to ask Master Charles when he gets home." It then reminded me that whoever was being sent to take me to the Language Clinic should have to change my diapers. I had to stand there and wet myself, or else. 

Or else, that's all I got. Well, I tested else once, and that hurt like hell. So as embarrassing as it is, I had to stand there and fill my pants. Mandy tut-totted me and took me into the bathroom. I had to lay on the changing table, hands over my head, ankles in stirrups suspended. Then the door-bell rang.

"Coming," called Mandy as it left me and headed to the door.

"Hi," called a loud voice, "I'm Alace, Mister Chase sent me over from the Office. I'm a little early I know, but I'm always that way. By the way I have to pee like mad. I must have a bladder like a..." the voice stopped in the door-way.

"Don't mind him Miss Alace," said Mandy, "he needed to be changed."

"Your slave is not potty trained," asked Alace as she took down her tight fitting pants, panties, and sat on the toilet.

"Oh he's not my slave," explained Mandy, "I'm his Android Trainer. Master Charles and Mistress Dianna have forbidden him from using the bathroom. This is called Diaper Bondage."

"Diaper Bondage," giggled Alace, "does he carry his teddy bear with him."

"I'm definitely not into infantilism," I told her.

"That is a big no," said Mandy. "And you mind your manners," it told me. "If he seems too big for you, you can always take him to a spanking station and pay a robot to punish him. Or just tell him you'll have a little talk to Master Charles."

"Oh my," said Alace as she wiped herself and flushed. "I know how to paddle boys and men. I understand he has some clothes to wear after the treatment."

"Yes I have a travel bag for you," said Mandy. "Would you like me to pack you a little lunch? You don't need to eat all that junk food they have at the Mall."

"Oh I couldn't," chuckled Alace as she pulled on her panties and then skin tight pants. "Besides I'm still on the company time."

"Nonsense," said Mandy, "besides I was going to give little Al here some lunch before heading off to school." My mind raced, little Al, off to school, please.

"Well," she giggled and checked out my penis before Mandy closed the diaper. "He's not that little, I hate the way the local boys can almost pole-vault into bed." She reached into the diaper and groped my cock. "How large does he get when aroused?"

"Only a couple inches," said Mandy as it took my feet out of the stirrups. "Put your feet together while I put on your plastic pants."

"Mandy," I cried, "I don't need plastic pants the diaper is absorbent enough."

"Don't you dare talk back," Alace chastised me as she gripped my cock hard and twisted.

"Mistress Alace," corrected Mandy as it took her hand out of my crotch. "We do not do cock and ball torture on our property. We can always turn him over and spank him. Or something a little more uncomfortable," it held up a stage two butt-plug.

"That tiny thing," laughed Alace. I groaned as the butt-plug went into me. "Oh he's a virgin?"

"No," smiled Mandy, "he just heals very quickly, so we will be taking some time stretching him for the Master's Pleasure."

The two continued to talk and titter at my expense and humiliation while I ate a light early lunch. Alace, Julia, and Coco, are the general office staff. While I am taking classes at Language Clinic they will be taking turns to take time off and "baby-sit" me. 

A few hours later my head was spinning with Free Skyes Common in my head and my Baby-Sitter had me get dressed right there in the middle of the Mall before taking me to the Ringo Building. Alace took the diaper off me and locked me into the chastity belt. I guess with my head so spinning from the class my penis did not get erect as it got stuffed into that nasty tube before the rest of the cloths.

I was slowly getting use to the Free Zone and almost anything can happen. Well in some cases having minors show up bad thing, that's why there is so much security around the Free Zone. On the other hand people under the age of twenty-five, (yes twenty-five,) are still considered non-adults. Some like Cupcake, as young as age sixteen can apply for and be tested to accept the responsibilities of a young adult. This brought out the Free Zone High Schools and Universities where naked bum punishments have better results than detention.

"So we actually have High Schools and Universities in the Free Zone," I asked Alace.

"Yea but forget it," snapped Alace, "you're not getting out of the Chastity Belt."

"No no no," I pleaded, "I am researching about this new TV show based on a movie that Uncle Paul is doing."

"Well that stuff is top secret," she told me, "and you should stop thinking about it. Get your head into that Dianna needs to stay focused on her work. Personally I can't see how that kid sized penis of yours could help. You better have a talented tongue, because I prefer a man a real man. And a little slave boy like you doesn't turn me on."

"Hey these are the gifts god gave me," I complained, "can't we just be friends?"

"What," snapped Alace as she stepped very close to me, "and not be able to tease you?" He hand cupped my ass, "you'll have to earn it." With a quick pat on the bottom I had to follow her into the complex.

The studios took up the tenth to fifteenth floor. Not much different than the TV complex in Chicago or New York. Real estate is very expensive and buildings had to multi-functional. The sets came in two types, fixed and replaceable. Some studios would have the sets built and ready by 10AM, after rehearsals, shooting, by Midnight the set is torn down, floors washed, and a new set it then built. Television, in many cases was old style theatre, and had to be flexible. My job on the other hand was, one of those things people titter about around the coffee table.

Dianna had her posse which was the perks of the job. There was Nino Patton, her personal secretary, who was one of the Femdoms from the party. Her own hairdresser, Sonny Kesselring, who doubled as a hairdresser for a number of extra's when needed. Who else, Sonny was the girl looking like Marylyn Monroe. Her Gofore, (go for coffee and that sort of thing,) Rota Shickelgrouber, who I have not seen before. The head costumer Ice Yellowknife, a Wildcat, yes she is a feline, but very different from the Pounce Empire types thick fur and claws. She liked to hand-out with the Posse. And finally Buddy Charm, an over-aged University Student who had several degrees in Culture and Languages.

"I thee the butt man hath arrived," he said to me in broken English.

"Forgiveith me Masstharr," I tried in Free Skyes Common, then back to Coalition Basic, "your Earth English is far worse than my grasp of Free Skyes Common Master."

"Oh I love a man who knows how to grovel," laughed Rota. He dropped his coffee cup on the floor. "Pick that up," he ordered. No big deal to me, I bent at the knee and went down to pick it up. Bending or crouching the skirt rode up and my panties were exposed; to everyone's amusement.

"Leave that cup there," Dianna ordered as she came out of her dressing room. "Not even here five minutes and you forget who's the boss." I was about to explain, but she stopped me quick. "Shut your mouth or I'll put something disgusting in it," she snapped. More giggles from her posse and I kept quiet. "Now turn around and show me your bottom. I turned around, lifted my skirt and stuck out my bottom. I was half expecting a spanking or something not her hand caressing my bottom. "Good," she smiled.

"You're not going to punish him," asked Sonny.

"Why should I," laughed Dianna, "he's wearing what I chose for him, including his Monday Panties." She took my hand and lead me into her dressing room to the cheers of her Posse.

"Finally," she gasped as the dressing room door closed as she grabbed me and deeply kissed me on the mouth and nearly knocked me on my ass. "Hey nice idea," as we danced about, "do me on the floor."

"Why," I asked pushing her off me. "What's going on?"

"I'm having trouble with my lines," she brushed me off and pulled down my panties.

"What trouble," I asked her as I looked down at her sternly.

"Just a little," she whimpered.

Well do I need to explain any further? Now I know why Master Charles is in charge of the first three days of the week, he came down on his time off to put her in line. Oh when she got them right, I was out of the chastity belt and down on her till her eyes twinkled. The day went by smoothly and Dianna did her job to perfection. So when she shines, suddenly the male lead ran into problems. He can no longer look so smug since with Dianna getting her lines correct he finds trouble to focus. 

An hour later the show's Director had to confront me and ask how I gave her focus. After telling a protracted version of what happened he tried the same on his boyfriend. Yes the Male Lead is gay, so all the hot bedroom scenes with Dianna are indeed true acting. What happened next made me blush. Dianna had me work as the lead's fluffer. Well I didn't want to, but when she mentioned she will have words with Charles, and well, rather than face his wrath later that evening, I submitted to the pressure.

Since shooting went so well, we were finished by five-thirty and I was allowed to get dressed. I checked the seat of my panties, and indeed it did have the day Monday written in Free Skyes Common. I made sure my chastity belt was well covered before we headed into the elevators.

"Let's go see Charles," Dianna laughed, "he's still in his office I can surprise him."

"Maybe I can wait in the lobby of something," I asked.

"Nonsense he'll like it," she pushed the elevator's controls.

"Yea but Uncle Paul forbid me to go inside the offices till I could speak Free Skyes Common," I blurted out. "I mean, so far today I haven't gotten one beating. So can't we meet Master Charles elsewhere?"

"Too late," she laughed and half dragged me out of the elevator. She held on to my writ and dragged me like a child to Charles's Office. "See nobody is here this late."

"Hello Dianna," smiled Uncle Paul as he walked out of Master Charles's private office. He looked crossly at me, "what are you doing here?"

"Well we had such a good day on the set," I told him quickly. "So I thought it would be a good idea we come up and surprise Master Charles see that we finished so early."

"Didn't I tell you not to be here," Uncle Paul told me, as he grabbed me by the back of the neck and force me across a desk. With his other hand my skirt was hiked to my back and panties pulled down. Next was the distinctive sound of a belt coming out of the belt loops and I could hear him fumbling with the belt doubling it.

"It wasn't his idea it was mine," said Dianna quickly. "I knew you told him not to be here, but I thought you left the office early today."

"I see," he growled. Then the belt landed fast and quick, I had no idea of a count other than my nice non-spanking day was ruined. "Do you want to bend over him and take the rest of his punishment?"

"Charles," Dianna gasped looking at him for support.

"Don't look at me," said Master Charles, "I'm going to punish you anyway for bringing him in here. But does he deserve any punishment."

"I can't believe I'm doing this," grumbled Dianna as I could hear her fumbling with her clothes. She was wearing tight stirrup pants, with a mid length dress over it. I could feel her body lay on top of me and she took the punishment that should have been dealt to me.

"You don't have to do this," Uncle Paul said to her as he paused.

"I know," she whispered into my ear, "but I am responsible."

"Well I'll be," said Uncle Paul, he still gave her three more hard belt swats. "Alright you two get up." Then to me, "how's the lessons coming," he asked me in Free Skyes Common.

"I work," I stammered back at him, "hard. Not understand,... how this works." I added pointing to my head. "What are they doing," I had to ask him in Coalition Basic.

"DNA/RNA crunch," Uncle Paul said with a sigh. "I don't know how it works either, just some form of Scientific Magic. The Wizards of the Middle Kingdom came up with this a couple hundred years ago. But it only works one language at a time. Sure you will be able to speak and read Free Skyes Common, but if you went to say the Old Continent, well Old World Common will sound like gibberish to you. Now if you want to, study Comparative Cultures, then you can learn the languages. You know a culture, you have a good foothold on the language. Now pull up your panties and straighten your skirt. Cupcake," he called his personal slave.

"Yes Uncle Paul," she chirped. Cupcake came out of the shadows against a wall stepped forward. She was wearing the same suit-jacket, shirt and tie as Uncle Paul but a very short pleated skirt same colour as his pants. She wore ankle socks and heel-less Mary Jane shoes and carrying his brief case. "Do you have something to say to Al here?"

"I'm sorry Mister Jones for thinking you were an Ancient," she grovelled. "If you were less than sixty percent Ancient those drugs would have killed you. I am truly sorry for my actions. If you wish," she bent over the desk and lifter her skirt. She wasn't wearing any underwear and her pubis was shaved bare. "Please beat me, fuck me, or just punish me please." She sobbed, "I'm sorry, I realize now how stupid I was please beat me."

"Well," I started, then put my hands on my head. "Sorry I'm just a Bonded Slave here. Property for Uncle Paul, Master Charles, and Mistress Dianna, and technically I'm not even a person. Not even during your all too brief trial I wasn't even asked to, may I please speak in Earth English."

"Just this once," said Uncle Paul as he adjusted his hand computer to translate.

"Give a Victim's Impact Statement," I said in Earth English which was the right of any victim of any crime in Canada. "It's a right of any citizen, or person where I live. So, hey, I saw it as a mistake, childish, but well I hope you can pay off your bond soon." The computer translated my words into Free Skyes Common and she heard my words, but she stayed put and cried even louder.

"Her parents offered to pay her bond off," laughed Uncle Paul, "but she wouldn't accept it."

"Wow," gasped Dianna, "that is brave."

"Maybe she likes being a slave," I mumbled. They all gave me a double take and Cupcake cried even louder. "Well I do," I mumbled looking at the floor and feeling uncomfortable in my chastity belt.

"So what do you do when you get him out of the building," asked Uncle Paul. "Put him on a leash or strip him naked."

"I'm debating on both," smiled Master Charles.

"Well come on Cupcake," Uncle Paul concluded, "I have a dinner appointment." She tried to wipe her eyes as she quickly followed him.

"She sure has grown up," observed Master Charles. "Normally she is just a shadow behind him. She was only punished once in front of me. He keeps her on a short leash."

"Good thing," said Dianna. "What no comment," she asked me.

"If I give any," I confessed as my bottom stung, "I don't have that right. Unless you ask me for one."

"What do you think," asked Master Charles, "honestly."

"Well," I chuckled, "part of me wanted to spank her hard and fuck that little shit-hole right up the shit-hole. Another part of me said no it's like fucking a baby. And a final part of me wants to leave her wallowing in her own guilt. So she can wallow in it probably until her bond gets paid off."

"Well good," said Master Charles as he put on his dress jacket and picked up a sports bag. "When we get clear of the building off come the panties and the chastity belt. You can then enjoy the wind blowing up your skirt." I blushed at the humiliation.

"That sounds like fun," giggled Dianna. Then to Master Charles, "a very good order Master."

"I brought two leashes," he smiled showing them with the dog collars attached. Fifteen minutes later in a busy transit station one stop away from the Ringo Building Dianna and I stripped down. A few people recognized her and watched. Master Charles adjusted her dress and my skirt so that they only covered half our naked bottoms and belt marks well in view. Worse still Charles decided to walk the distance back to the condo. I was dying, the heels, how can those guys from Heredshe stand it.




Slave Immigrant Ch. 22



"Virgin," laughed Dianna when we got home, "I've been wearing heals since I was nine." We both took off our shoes at the door. Master Charles was the last to enter the condo and I followed Dianna's example and fell to my knees. We took off his shoes'n socks, and then kissed his naked feet. He dropped his trousers and underpants and stuck out his naked ass. I mean he was still wearing a chastity belt, but his ass was still naked.

"You first Al," he told me. I pressed my face into the crack of his ass and licked his anus till he pulled away. "Now fetch me a drink Al," he ordered, "next." I came back from the dining room bar with Mister Charles's drink Dianna was naked and paying oral homage to his asshole. After a couple sips he smiles, "let's see what Mandy has for supper."

Supper wasn't too bad, Mandy prepared slave porridge with chunks' of meat supplements in it, juice, some twelve grain toast with real butter, and Slave Beer to top it off. Dianna hated it, so did I, but I kept my mouth shut. Dianna decided to beg for better food.

"Oh Master," she slouched out of her chair and crawled to him, "please," she opened her mouth. Charles continued eating and ignored her. I kept eating, once he stops eating I have to stop too.

"Feed me," she groaned as she pressed herself towards him and humped his leg. She opened her mouth sensuously to him. "I am so hungry."

"You have plenty of food there," he grunted pointing to her plate.

"I've had enough of it," she grumbled.

"Master I'm still hungry," I begged as I finished licking my plate.

"Then eat her plate," he told me, and despite the fact I was full, I ate most of Dianna's meal too.

"If Master wishes," Dianna suggested, "I can take off that terrible chastity belt and let you fuck me with your manly tool."

"Up the ass," he asked her.

"Yes," she begged. "House computer, chastity lock, my command." She then ran off a group of numbers and letters in Free Skyes Basic which I could not understand. The belt clicked open, but he stayed in place.

"Go to the bedroom," he told her, "and assume the position." He then grabbed me by the ear and took me to the front closet. "Order your Android to put the chastity belt back on me, and time lock it to the time I tried to use you last Friday Morning."

"Master," I gasped. He gave me a sharp slap across the face.

"She may have to go without my cock," he snapped, "but I'm no girly-man, I can take the punishment. Now do as I told you or you will be standing at your desk tomorrow."

It was relatively easy to order Mandy to lock Master Charles back into the chastity belt. I guess that's why he's such a good Master; he is willing to take the same punishment his slaves get. But what he did next was, well rather amusing and humiliating. It was a Male-strap-on belt. A hard to find item on Earth, and rather rare find on Free Skyes too. 

For the most part it looked like a leather chastity belt, but with a wide hole on the shield from to let my cock and balls hang free. On the crotch above my cock was a magnetic-lock. A dildo can then be locked on to the plate. In Master Charles's case he had a dildo made of his cock, ridges and all.

"With this," he told me, "she will feel me going into her. You just better hump her hard, or I'll paddle the skin off your ass." With Mandy's help he pulled the straps tight, then showed me my own plastic cock. "Remember this," she whispered in my ear, "I think you can take it up the ass."

Even with lube it did feel like a very large cock went up my ass. I know my cock is only six inches long, men do laugh at me, but why do so many women want it? It sure felt big up my own ass even with, stage two, up there for hours on end. I guess I need more training.

"Now," Master Charles smiles as he sprayed his brand of body spray on me. "Just to make sure you keep your mouth shut," he retrieved the panties Mistress Dianna was wearing out of the Gym-bag and stuffed it in my mouth. To make sure the raunchy smelling panties did not come out he added a penis gage. "Behave yourself," he smiled stroking my cheek, "or I'll have Dianna use a double ender on your virgin ass." I nodded and he led me into the Master Bed Room.

"I'm ready Master," Dianna moaned and lifter her bottom into the air. She was on the bed, near the foot of the bed, on her knees and elbows face buried in a pillow. Master Charles got behind me and pressed himself close to me as he walked me to her.

"Keep your eyes covered you worthless whore," he cursed at her. His arms wrapped around me and handed me a lube applicator. I went to pull her ass cheeks apart and insert the applicator when he slapped my hands back. "Right handed," he whispered into my ear, "I'm right handed you left handed fool."

"What was that Master," she moaned.

"Shut up whore," he cursed, "or do you want me to fuck you without lube? You know I hate this stuff, my boy-toy has a self lubricating ass. Too bad I can't have you altered this way too." She shivered and stayed quiet as I lubed her asshole and the dong of his perfect cock. I was jealous of her, his cock was so manly, I'd love being pounded by him. He moved my hands away and parted her ass with one hand guided the dong into her asshole while thrusting his crotch-shield into my ass and eventually her.

"Oh," she cried, "Master please, oh, please, maybe the slave boy should have widened me first."

"His cock it far too small," he laughed and sweated against my back. He kept thrusting against my ass and pushing me into her. The butt-plug of my cock rocked inside my ass. My pecker was ready to go, but had nowhere to go. My own invention the cock of me, started rubbing on my prostrate, I was starting to dribble. 

Eventually both she and I were rocking back and forth in perfect rhythm. She was getting well fucked up the ass and so was I in a way. Master Charles stood back and admired the two of us sweating and fucking. Dianna moaned and came, again and again. Master Charles got bored of standing there, so he took his plate and sat on the bed. Dianna could feel the movement and looked up, but kept her eyes closed. Charles put a chunk of food to her mouth. She gratefully ate it.

"Thank-you for the food Master," she gasped. "I mean thank you for having the slave boy feed me while you enjoy my ass."

"I'm having more fun feeding you," he smiled softly and feed her another morsel. Her eyes popped open and she froze and looked at him. I however did not, and kept pounding the fake Master Charles cock into her ass. She looked over her shoulder at me and then groaned.

"Oh," she cried, "why are you still wearing that chastity belt?"

"Because I'm tire of quitting in the middle of a challenge," Charles told her sternly. "Stop slave boy, slowly take it out of her, but a wipe over her asshole in case she has an accident." I followed his orders, and thankfully Dianna did have an enema in her dressing room earlier. I should know, I gave it to her. 

"Now put that diaper on her," he continued, "it will take a while for her to heal."

"Ouch," I groaned.

"What's the matter Al," Master Charles asked me.

"I'm so horny and my cock has nothing to do but dribble," I confessed.

"Why are you so horny," he asked as he fed Dianna more food.

"Really," said Charles moving off the bed and looking at the mess I made on the carpet. "Well it's a stain-proof carpet. He unlocked the dong off the belt. Go get a roll of paper towels and wipe it up, quick now." I knew where a roll of paper towels was kept in the bedroom and quickly cleaned the mess. "Bring those two towels to me," he ordered, He split them in half and stuffed one in Dianna's mouth and one in mine. There is something so humiliating about eating your own cum. He then turned over on his knees and push his ass into my face. "Please me," he ordered.

I pressed my face between his hairy ass cheeks and began licking his crack. He tasted of sweat, salt and a popular deodorant people use on Free Skyes to hide the smell of their farts. Finally I worked my way to his asshole and gently fucked it with my tongue.

"Use some lube," he ordered, "green label." I inserted the minty smelling lube and greased it well. "Now lube your cock," he sighed as he watched my reflection in a mirror. "Now fuck me," he smiled, "slowly."

Master Charles's ass was no stranger to anal sex. I was able to easily enter him and he groaned like a bull in heat. Mistress Dianna kept nibbling on her well earned meal watching me fuck her husband.

"That was good," he sighed. "Did you come?"

"Not yet Master," I honestly told him as I was still fucking him.

"Well my balls have been well milked," he yawned. "Pull yourself out. Go put on a diaper, and plastic pants and sleep by the bathroom door."

"Dianna," he ordered, "for desert you can lick my dribble off the bed, then go to sleep. If you are still horny now or anytime this evening, take Al into the bathroom and fuck him there. And make sure he licks his cum out of you." He rolled over and drifted off into sleep.

Fifteen minutes later I was dragged into the bathroom and serviced Mistress Dianna.



Slave Immigrant Ch. 23



After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. I guess Human Recourses had me figured out correctly. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websites were tracked alright, but not by Homeland Security. I was a 24/7 Bonded Sex Slave with a 5 million credit debt to pay off. Worse still I didn't have any say on how or what I would be doing, I wasn't a citizen. After taking a Citizenship Test all that changed.

Tuesday and Wednesday went by pretty much like Monday except Alace was Monday, Julia escorted me on Tuesday, and Coco took care of me on Wednesday. Except while Alace made such a big deal over my small genitals and keeping me in diapers over a chastity belt Julia and Coco had other ideas. Julia couldn't help but laugh and check me to see if I made a mess in my diapers. Yea, there we are in the crowded mall and she with her hands down my pants stroking my ass crack. It was very uncomfortable. Coco on the other hand felt the diapers were ridiculous and as soon as we got to the transit station she demanded I take them off since I already was potty trained. She kept me naked and on a leash till we got one station away from the Ringo Complex. 

To say the least as the clock ticked by on Thursday I was nervous. Mandy was fussing over me again at the diaper table almost waiting for Alace or somebody else from the General Office of the Action Network to show up and humiliate me. Sure enough there was a buzz at the door and I was left tied to the table legs high in the air and wide apart. It was a new humiliation as an Action Network Security Guard, a Sergeant in fact came back into the bathroom with Mandy.

"So this is what Little Princess Dianna moans over," he laughed looking at me and touching my balls. His finger then pocked at my asshole which I cramped shut and away from him. "What's wrong with him, he's not potty trained so you keep him in diapers?"

"No he's potty trained," smiled Mandy as it powdered my bottom. "That's why we keep him in diapers."

"Come again," asked the Guard. I caught a glimpse of his name badge: Cody.

"A humiliation factor," it explained, "he is potty trained, but diapers embarrass him. Tell the nice man why you have to wear diapers at night."

Sadly I had to go through the whole story about being from Earth and how my former Mistresses didn't like me getting up at night and using the bathroom. I was always threatened with being put into diapers, and I was one night in diapers. Then I went through the twelve part chorus on how I wasn't into diapers or infantilism.

"Fine," Sergeant Cody said, "we'll just put the Chastity Belt on right now."

In theory chastity belts are fine, when they are comfortable like the glass chastity belt. But the standard metal jock strap has that tight metal tube where you can't get an erection in. Also your asshole is still available when the belt is put on and you can be milked. I hate the feeling of my cum dribbling out of me. The only reason why the Sergeant them put a back-plate to take away any temptation of buggering me.

"So this is a Temporary Duty," I had to ask.

"Nope," he said taking hold of my chin leaning down and kissing me full on the mouth, "permanent duty. So no making me late delivering you to work or any other appointment Mister: Uncle Paul swings a mean cane. All his employees have at one time or another got it from him." I couldn't imagine how a six foot seven football player like him could drop his pants and cringe at Uncle Paul. And I told him so.

"Then you be a good boy and I won't have to spank you," he threatened. "You are still a bonded slave. They may put you in charge of the station, but if you have to be somewhere and want to piddle around I will spank you and carry you to your appointment."

"Yes Master," I said quickly.

"Slave," he bellowed, pulled me over his knee and spanked each word into my ass, "you will call me Sergeant, I earn my pay. Got it?"

"Yes Sergeant," I said gasping for air. He let me go and stared down at me.

"You ever hold rank," he asked me.

"Yes Sergeant," I snapped back and stood at attention, "Lance Corporal, Sergeant."

"What unit," he sneered down at me, "some service battalion fuck."

"That's right Sergeant," I snapped back, "I was a real wheeny with the Service Battalion. Military Police Platoon, nothing more wheeny than a cop with a tank."

"You were Military Police?"

"Yes Sergeant."

"How does a cop become a cock-sucking whore?"

"By being the meanest son-of-a-bitch on the base!"

"I like him," laughed Sergeant Cody to Mandy. "Can we unlock his back plate?"

"No," said Mandy, "I'll advise Uncle Paul to put you in a Chastity Belt too."

"Party pooper," he grumbled.

Thursday afternoon/evenings were difficult for me. Dianna was one of those women who get very horny when she is spanked and I was the designated fuck-toy. The tension mounts as Dianna's character is whipped live on television. It was one of the few exclusive scenes that the Action Network started as a rating gimmick, and then became their curse. Every Thursday the servant girl gets her whipping and she takes it. She gets hot, excessive mood swings and well I got to learn my real job.

We arrive at about 1:30PM check-in time for me and Sergeant Cody takes me to the backstage area and Dianna's dressing rooms. As a 'star' of the show she has her own bathroom, make-up/visiting room. And a tight recovery room, which is a cot where well spanked actors or actresses can lie down, cry, masturbate, or have treatments for their sore bodies. There is even an EMT Robot built into the wall in case it is needed. There are about twenty of these units inside the Action Network Studio since Uncle Paul prefers BDSM and edge play as part of his Free Zone format. Some of the upper executives including Master Charles have one of these units as a part of their Motivational Workshops. So next time if your boss sends for you to have a Motivational Discussion, well, now you know. 

"Here he is," said Sergeant Cody, who took me off the leash before we entered the Ringo Complex, I looked no different than any employee except I was wearing a lavender suit, ruffled shirt with a deep almost disco open neck collar, short skirt, and matching panties, nylons stocking and 3.5 inch heels. (My heels are now getting higher, and I can do it with little trouble for some reason.)

"There you are," Dianna smiles as she and her posse were having coffee. Dianna was at her make-up table and in costume. She wasted no time in pulling me across her lap. Everybody laughed at my matching lavender panties over my garter, stocking, and chastity belt. "Why Sergeant Cody," she laughed, "now why is Al here wearing a butt shield?"

"Ahh shucks now Princess," he laughed back. "Guys like me just get so turned on by a cute self lubricating butt. I had to order his android to lock that up too or I'd be late and loose my job."

"What's this," she laughed even louder, "no butt-plug. Why Al," she chastised me, "where is your Stage 3?" Training butt-plugs were standardized from one to ten, one being smallest, you get stretched, followed by retaining exercises. 

"The Stage 3 was up there all morning," I explained. "The Sergeant arrived after a retaining exercise."

"I don't think he did too well," chuckled Sergeant Cody, "there was a soiled diaper in the bin when I arrived." Thanks Sarg, I said to myself, you had to mention that.

"Why Al," laughed Dianna as she hand spanked my bare bottom with each word. "Did you poop your pants?"

"Yes Mistress," I confessed in shame as the rest of the Posse laughed. She held me in place as the Posse took turns giving my naked bottom a hard slap or two as they enjoyed their coffee.

"Ten minutes till Showtime," called a voice over the intercom. "All major players, scene three to the set."

"You girls go," said Dianna as she helped me up, "I just have to take care of Al here." There was some knowing winks as she thrust me into her private recovery room. The room was a sanitary white and easy to clean. A full size picture of Master Charles in the nude sticking his cock out was against one wall. Dianna had more fun undressing me than ordering me to strip. Jacket shirt and skirt came off. She loved the garter belt, stocking and shoes.

"Alright on the table," she ordered me. "On your back, Robot, restrain Al, hands over head feet, six inches apart, and insert a stage two up his ass, six inches only, mild vibration." Metal tentacles lashed around my wrist and ankles and held me down. From under the table, almost melting through it a penis shaped probe went between my ass cheeks and into my bum. It uncomfortably went past my sphincter muscles and well into me before it started moving. She moved a wide screen monitor on its bracket into view.

"You can watch what's going on here," she smiled down at me. "Don't go away. Sergeant Cody is not too far away."

What else could I do, being tied down and well trained I tried to wiggle the plug more comfortably in my ass and milk myself. However the robot was far smarter than my pathetic efforts, I was very aroused but no relief in sight. I watched the monitor as the sights and sounds of the set played through. In Scene Three Dianna's character is given a lecture and a warm-up spanking by the Boss's son.

The son is repulsive to Dianna, he ate a whole raw onion to add to the effect. In the end her panties are around her knees she is over his lap and well spanked. Numerous cameras and various angles shoot the slaps hitting her bottom. She gets off his lap and you can see wet stains on his powder blue pants, she is hot. 

There is a loud stop ordered from somewhere and the whole cast waits. From far above the Director, Producer, and various associates including the sponsor watch the finished scene. If they like it, the video gets saved and they move on. If it is not good enough the son gets a clean pair of pants, and the scene is re-shot.

"That's good," called the voice, "Good work Dianna, you too Egone everybody one hour lunch break."

Rather than fiddle with her panties she kicked them off and walked/ran to her dressing room. Sergeant Cody stood by her door and made sure nobody else enter. I couldn't get off the bed or look around but I sure was scared.

"You have no idea how horny I get having these kinds of spanking," she told me as she stalked me like a cat playing with a mouse. She peeled her costume off and tossed it aside, he had fifty of the same maid outfit. She licked my cock wet and slowly mounted me. "You like," she asked me.

"I'm terrified," I gasped according to my cock/thermometer she was at least ten degrees warmer as if with a fever. "Do I have to be tied down," I babbled, "maybe use a nice double bed or something?"

"No," she purred and stuffed four finger of her hand up to the thumb into my mouth. "Then you would run away," he hips grinded into me. "And don't piss me off," she added, "this robot has a program where my captives get the same spanking and caning that I get on the set. Charles tried it once, and hated every moment. No safe word could save him, he got what I get almost every week. So if you mis-behave, you think about that." She then whispered into my ear, "Uncle Paul once did a guest shot as a Discipline Psychologist, and caned me. He joked and said it was for bad behaviour off set. But it was real, that's when I asked, begged for a slave to be here. Now please me."

I don't need to get into the mechanics of all the sex that was involved. Some of those sex films from the 80's and 90's when I was young, so mechanical, just different position hump hump hump. She is not an Ancient like me, but she didn't tire of it all. Eventually she relaxed and the robot gave he a sedative. Lunch hour was an hour and a half long before Dianna came out of her dressing room refreshed, in a new costume, and butt still red. I was untied but confined to the dressing room, and a full platter of some very nice food on the tray in the corner of her room, including some real coke-a-cola 1950's blend, no cocaine, darn!

I didn't notice the shooting that went by nor was that Dianna and her Posse on their ways back to the dressing rooms. I was caught red handed like, .... a naughty slave boy. I ate all the sandwiches off the platter except the blue egg-salad sandwiches. Four bottles of coke, half a chocolate cake, fourteen chocolate cookies, and was reading a fan magazine while listening to Dianna's ear candy.

"Opps," was about all I could think of saying before they rushed me. I was carried into the recovery room, the table bowed up to present my ass, and that was it, a very painful punishment. Every dream about being spanked by several women, forget it, it's a nightmare. 

Nino Patton, Mistress Dianna's personal secretary, opened a cabinet and passed out leather paddles. Sonny the hairdresser was the first to paddle me very low on the bottom. Rota Shickelgrouber the Gofore was ordered to fetch more food and had to leave. Buddy while happy to get a better look at my privates since the girls were getting pissed off at guys in general. The process of my spanking stopped when the first signs of blood started. That left Buddy, oh dear for Buddy as he ran out of the room.

"This isn't over," Dianna warned me, before she left the room and the robot medic applied a healing lamp on my throbbing ass.

Sometime later Ice Yellowknife the head costumer came in and started applying something thick and gooey on my sore bottom. She warned me to keep still and look forward as she kept putting it on. Finally I felt a tongue on my ass. Ice had taken her favourite meal, blue egg salad sandwiches and smeared the contents on my ass. It got very arousing as her sandy tongue worked its way up the crack of my ass and poked at my asshole.

"This taste interesting," she purred, "my body is so different to you humans. I wonder, some humans I can eat their waist products. What do you taste like?" She stroked my cock and her claws touched my balls.

"You want to taste my cum," I asked her.

"No," she lightly bit my bum, "I want a sample of your shit stupid. Ancient shit, taste great on raw meat. You have lots to learn."

"What are you two talking about," said Mistress Dianna as she walked in on the conversation.

"I was explaining the differences in our bodies to your slave," Ice told her as she finished the last blue bits on my sore ass.

"She says she want to taste my shit," I whined, "I'm not into that kind of stuff."

"Too bad," snapped Dianna, then to Ice. "Maybe we should have you over for an evening. We'll put Al into his diapers and after he shits himself you can take his soiled diaper some place private and taste it."

"Maybe you could strip me," she purred and leaned against me. Her body felt so erotic as she purred. "Punish me, and make me taste his dirt hole for you. Especially after your husband has buggered him. I think he likes that, being buggered," she stroked my cock.

"I'll discuss it with my husband," Mistress Dianna cooed back at her. "Now get out of here, I need to be with my slave, alone." 

Ice pouted and slouched as she slowly headed for the door. Mistress Dianna gave her a swat on the bottom to get her moving. She closed the door and looked at me.

"You are so naughty," she smiled at me.

"Really," I smiled sheepishly, "I thought with your show that sort of thing happens often on your show."

"No," she stopped for a moment to think, "I just may suggest this to the board meeting." She stopped suddenly and looked cross, "are you trying to change the subject." I paused for a moment and looked into her eyes. I'm in big trouble.

"Yes Mistress," I sighed. "Please I'm really sorry about all this."

"Oh you will be," she adjusted the robot and held up a rattan cane which a mechanical hand took. "Remember me telling you about the duplicate strokes on this machine?"

"Yes Mistress," I balked at her and blinked my eyes. Oh noooo.... but I kept quiet, there was no argument I was caught bare handed.

"What," she smiled as she made adjustments on the robot's controls, "no snappy remarks."

"No Mistress," I confessed, "experience has showed me snappy remarks; doubles my punishment. Can I plea bargain this down? I've watched you often enough, I know I can't take the same punishment as you do on camera. Please go easy on me Mistress."

"Oh," she chuckled and stroked my well spanked bottom and saw me whence. "Okay," she grinned and stroked my cheek, "half the power, and every other stroke. And you better believe I will be fucking you when it's all over." She gave me a long kiss. One hand holding my head, the other held my cock and felt me get aroused by her kiss. "You better be very good after this," she added, "or duplication may be part of you weekly maintenance spankings." She was still holding on to my cock and felt me go very limp and small. She went to a side-table and used some hand disinfectant and left me there.

The show came on, and ran a small logo on the bottom flashing live. I use to love watching the show, getting aroused and wondering what the punishment would feel like. So there I was going to know what half power and every other swat of the cane would feel like. Egone who played the master of the house started lecturing Dianna. For some reason her short coming seemed to mirror mine. Tardy at work, taking too long to do something, and flirting with anybody around were some of her crimes. I'm sure if I was a flirt, but when a flash-back came by I saw that Dianna was turning too quickly and her skirt would twirled up and exposed her ass. Maybe I was moving too fast as well. The verdict, twenty cuts with the cane.

So what did that little prick do; take a few steps back, ran, jumped and swung the cane as he came down. There was a loud crack in quadraphonic stereo, two speakers in front of me and two off my butt cheeks as the cane landed. I gasped while Dianna smiled and bit back the pain. I guess to the audience she was laughing at Egone's character as if to defy him. But I know she was laughing at me and how much I was having a hard time with my punishment. After three strokes of the cane on me they paused for commercial. 

"Yo Egone," called the Director, "I think you need to go a little lighter on Dianna."

"What," said Egone as he and Dianna were sipping on some bottled water.

"I'm fine," called Dianna.

"Yea but your Slave is having a very hard time," replied the Director. The monitors lit-up and the entire set, control room, and who know what else saw me screaming and crying my head off. Now I was really mortified. The audio went off and the video switched back to the on-air monitor. The door opened and Rota the gofore came in with a glass of fruit-juice and a straw.

"Drink this," she told me. She giggled as she touched my cane welts and stroked the crack of my ass and rested her fingers on my asshole. "Mistress Dianna," she called to the camera. "Can I put on a strap-on and butt-fuck him when Egone fucks you."

"NO," thundered though the sound system. "Do you want my husband to come down and butt-fuck you?"

"No Mistress," she shuttered. She must have seen Master Charles's cock.

"Maybe we should start you out on something smaller. Reach under my slave and feel his cock."

"Yes Mistress," she mumbled as she felt under me. "Oh, it's so small."

"You will not feel that way till he's up your ass. Now before you go to your bed all alone, I want a video of you putting on your chastity belt with a stage three up your ass. You can think of my slave tonight. Because that's how big he is. Remember turn the machine off after six. We'll be nice to him. Walk him to the corner and make him pee in a bucket, have his hands cuffed behind his back."




Slave Immigrant Ch. 23



"How can he pee in a bucket if his hands are tied."

"You hold on to it. And no spilling or I'll have him spank you too."

"You are making my life miserable," she whispered at me.

"You enjoy it," I told her as the commercial ended.

Egone swung the cane again and Rota managed to jump aside as the mechanical arm swung. It too was painful and I screamed. How could Dianna take such pain? I wondered if somebody tough to merchandising the duplication robot program. No that was sick. The cane landed again and hit me right where my thighs meet my bum-cheeks. I hated getting hit there, and partially every spanking I ever got on Free Skyes included that point of my body too. 

The last stroke was the worst, it went on a diagonal. From the top right hand corner of my butt and wrapping down to the lower left side of the cheek. There were small breaks in my skin as the welts crossed to which the robot doctor sprayed antiseptic on the wounds and small spray on band aids making my butt look like a connect-a-dot of pain. The robotic restraints let me go and Rota helped me up.

"You need to go pee now," she told me. I looked over her shoulder and saw Dianna bloody mess of a bottom and all squatting over an old fashioned honey pot. "Keep your hands on your head," Rota ordered me as she lead me to a similar piss-pot for me to pee in. I had to go bad, and she held my penis. "Start peeing," she ordered as he free hand wandered over my sore bottom. At first I dribbled, and then it just rushed out of me.

She lead me back to the robot doc/cot and had me lie down on my back. She giggled as my sore ass touched the cool synthetic leather of the cot. I put my hands above my head and waited. Rota was still playing with my penis and I was getting very aroused.

"Wow," she gasped, "not that big, but I can put two hands around it."

"Thank-you," I had to giggle. "Up your virgin ass if I do it wrong you will never want to get fucked there again." Then seriously, "if I do it right. You'll be begging for more."

"Sex is not that simple," the young Rota lectured to me. "Right way, wrong way, I've already had sex, it's mandatory part of my sex education class. I was fucked by an android; and it made me cum. And it was much longer than yours."

"In some ways you're more of a virgin than cupcake," Dianna said to Rota as she stormed into the room. "Now if you want to play with my little cock you can suck it hard."

"But I'm not a fluffer," gasped Rota.

"You want to work for me," said Dianna, "sex-play is a part of the contract. Or you can go back to being an unpaid intern. Your choice, stay and suck that cock. Or leave, and go back to the intern board." Life was tough in the Free Zone. Apartment rents were 100% higher, up to four people shared a single apartment. I somehow had the feeling the upper bunk in my room wasn't going to be empty for long.

"Yes Mistress," Rota mumbled before her lips touched my cock. "Yuck," she gagged, "he still has pee in his cock." I gritted my teeth but still shook in laughter.

"Next time shake it virgin," Dianna snapped back at her. "Now suck that cock, I'm horny." She then smacked the top of my head. "Stop laughing or I'll take you over my knee." I suppressed to a giggle, but the thought of Dianna, who's ass is way more sore than mine with me over her lap. "What is on your mind," she demanded.

"Oh," I gritted as Rota's teeth nicked my cock, "besides Rota's teeth on my cock lots Mistress. To be painfully honest, the thought of you sitting down on that very swollen and punished ass of yours with me over your lap, it something I think would not happen."

"Oh-ho," laughed Dianna as she pushed Rota away and lead me off the table by my ear. "You were not here during Winter Festival. It was on a Thursday, and after being punished by Egone, we had a fan vote." She sat on a chair almost enjoying the pain before she took me over her lap. "I made Egone cry like a little boy."

Now a smart slave would never have said what I said. That was like waving a red cloak to a bull on a Sunday afternoon in Madrid. But Mistress E has long lectured to me that a slave has to be painfully honest if his Mistress or Master is ever going to trust them. I don't know if they ever trusted me, somebody was always watching me. No matter how much I begged and pleaded she landed a good dozen before she gave in and raped me. 

We wrestled on the floor as she mounted me and fucked me. It was contagious, I was never so aroused by her actions I drowned in her lust. Eventually after coming so many times I was sprawled on the floor panting for air. Dianna, was still in control as she looked over and saw Rota standing there by the cot/table. Poor Rota, twenty-six and so much wanted to be in the action.

"Get an eyeful," Dianna asked her.

"Yes Mistress," she mumbled.

"Go get three bottles of water," she ordered, "one for each of us. I want to see you naked?"

"Wha-who me," she stammered as she went to a refreshment table and took back three refillable bottles of filtered water.

"Yes you," snapped Dianna taking two of the bottles. She tossed one to me, "you want more," she asked me. I drank the water, it felt great. 

"Yes please," and handed her the empty bottle.

"Go get yourself some Slave Beer," she ordered me. Reluctantly there was none in the recovery room and I had to leave. Outside I met Master Charles and the Posse.

"Well," asked Master Charles.

"Well what," I asked back, "I was ordered to go drink some Slave Beer and then go back in I guess."

"Here," said Buddy as he took a bottle out of a cooler and was about to hand it to me. He then stopped and kissed the bottle before handing it to me. I broke the bottle's seal and drank from it as I went back in. "He's going to make love to both of them with that little thing." I had to close the door and had no idea what the conversation would be about.

Eventually we got out of the studio and the Ringo Building. We had to wait till we were one subway stop away from the Ringo Building when Mistress Dianna ordered us out of the car and on to the platform. Master Charles, Rota, and myself all striped down naked only to be collared and leashed by our Mistress. Well Charles was still in his chastity belt so nobody saw his dick. Sergeant Cody stuffed our clothes in a Gym-bag and followed us. A few news robot cameras followed us for a short period of time. I guess Dianna leading her slaves about town is no big news.

As I said Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays were Mistress Dianna's days and I learned that fast.



Slave Immigrant Ch. 24



After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. I guess Human Recourses had me figured out correctly. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websites were tracked alright, but not by Homeland Security. I was a 24/7 Bonded Sex Slave with a 5 million credit debt to pay off. Worse still I didn't have any say on how or what I would be doing, I wasn't a citizen. After taking a Citizenship Test all that changed.

I woke up feeling tired and funky. I was naked and on the edge of the bed with Master Charles and Mistress Dianna. I felt a hand on my shoulder, Mandy my android, signalled me to remain quiet and helped me out of the bed without disturbing them. We crept out of the Master Bedroom and into the bathroom. 

"I need to go pee," I told Mandy.

"Hold still and I'll put a diaper on you," it told me. 

"Awww, do you have to?"

"Do you need a spanking," it asked me. I kept my mouth shut while it diapered me.

"Oh excuse me," said Rota as she backed out of the bathroom.

"That's okay Rota," said Mandy cheerfully. "Only one bathroom in this apartment. Besides you've seen Mister Jones in his birthday suit already."

"Okay," said Rota who clung a floor length guest robe about herself. "I thought putting on diapers was my job."

"Well it is," smiled Mandy, "but I can interrupt the rules too. This being Saturday everybody sleeps in. Except Mister Jones here, he needs to be kept to his routine or he'll get fat." It actually made me step into a pair of baby blue plastic pants. "There; now go take a pee," it told me. I was mortified as Rota watched me. "Well what's wrong now," it asked me.

"Rota's watching me," I blushed.

"I've never see a grown man take a dump in his pants before," she told us.

"Welcome to the Free Zone," cheered Mandy. "Mister Jones is learning about not saying you are curious about something's."

"He's not interested in diapers," asked Rota making me blush even more. My cock was not interested in sex or passing water at the moment.

"This is called Diaper Domination," explained Mandy. "Poor Mister Jones, here he is with a perfectly function toilet a few feet away and he has to piss his pants. And soon, or somebody will have to punish him for not obeying orders."

"Why do you call him Mister Jones," asked Rota.

"Well it's his formal name," laughed Mandy, "but he doesn't have any formal responsibilities. And he can't look down and see his own manhood or touch it because he's a slave." I was finally able to let go and feel my crotch get wet. "Good boy," it told me. "What are you here for," it asked Rota.

"Well," sighed Rota, "I need to," she looked at the toilet. 

"Come along," Mandy took me by the ear and lead me out. "When you finish you can strip him and bath him."

"Bath him?"

"Well if you want to work someplace else," shrugged Mandy, "I'll do it."

A few minutes later Rota had a choice, either have me stand or kneel in the tub while she washed me or take a shower with me. Don't ask me why, it would have been easier for her to bath me but she chose the shower. After she bathed me, she told me to bath her, and naturally I did, because, well I was curious and she is after all a guest. Once try she put another diaper on me and we went into the kitchen.

"I have a nice glass of juice for you Rota dear," smiled Mandy as it handed her a glass. "Nothing heavy before morning exercises."

"Where is my juice," I had to ask.

"Right here," it pointed to her left breast. It sat in a chair and I had to sit in its lap and suck on its breast. 

"You're sucking her tit," observed Rota.

"Mandy is an Android," I told her. "And if it has instruction or is just being plain nasty I will be sucking supper out of a few other openings."

"Do you want to see him suck his porridge out of my asshole," asked Mandy. "With Master Charles and Mistress Dianna asleep that kind'a puts you in charge."

"Do you normally feed him that way," asked Rota.

"No," sighed Mandy, "some humiliations I do are too gross for some people."

"Well please don't gross me out," she asked pleasantly. "A nice normal meal would be fine."

"Not till you both do your daily work-out," reminded Mandy. "How can people who work for a television station not watch their own information shows. Just last week, and I double checked the numbers, residents are getting more and more out of shape. Soon you'll be needing oxygen while having sex."

"Sound like some people I know back on earth," I mumbled.

"Well stop procrastinating," she smacked me on the bottom, "get out on the balcony and on that treadmill."

It was only a thirty minute work-out but Mandy made sure I knew it was the most important part of the day. I was running, not jogging on a very hard grade and speed that made me feel great. Weight and stretching exercises to which I could feel the muscles flow. Rota kept up at her own level and to say the least he body was ...sexy. No other explanation, she just needed a wardrobe change. I filed that idea away.

We were towelling down when Master Charles and Mistress Dianna came out of the kitchen. They both looked a little embarrassed as Mandy not too gently swatted their butts towards the balcony. I looked the other way while Rota openly laughed.

"Don't you have some cleaning to do," Mistress Dianna told Rota.

"I just showered," explained Rota, "I figure after Mister Jones has his 9AM potty break, I'll take a shower with him again."

"Mister Poopy-pants," chuckled Master Charles. He was buck naked, and a red impression of Mandy's hand on both butt cheeks but still walked like the Master of the house. 

"Okay," said Mistress Dianna, "just remember you can't have sex with him unless under our supervision."

"Supervision," asked Rota.

"The first time you fuck him or my husband," warned Mistress Dianna, "I'll be there too."

"Oh," sighed Rota, "okay."

I was sitting on the sofa flipping through the TV channels and tried not to pay attention. Mistress Dianna and Master Charles obviously had their guidelines. It was comforting to know they would not just pass me around, but had their limits. As sexually charged living with my new owners was, I also had to consider they were people too. Both needed to do their jobs, get paid, and well live. That also means down-time, I was half hoping for a cuddle, light sex, and a good night sleep in a real bed and not a matt by the door. An orange flashing light on the TV screen changed all that.

"Mistress," I nodded respectfully to Mistress Dianna who was having her butt spanked by Mandy on the treadmill, "Master, we have a Code Orange on the home computer."

"No breaks yet," warned Mandy.

"Al you have our clearance," gasped Master Charles who was sweating on the gym.

"Greeting Al," smiled a hologram of Uncle Paul. The message was a robotic hologram, which was disturbing in some respects. "You, Charles and Dianna are invited to a little company party I am having over at my house. Al, I'm sorry to say while dress code is casual, slaves are kept naked, I can't have you doing business without people knowing your status. Now keep that cute ass of your out of trouble. I'd be disappointed if you are tied up this evening."

After relaying the message to Master Charles and Mistress Dianna they just laughed and assured me I would be kept on a short leash. Rota on the other hand, was not invited, and had to stay at home. What she didn't know was that Mandy would be watching her.

So we played a little, got embarrassed a little, and the day rolled by comfortably. The three of us took an afternoon nap, it was nice. Mistress Dianna was on her side with me inside her vagina. Master Charles was behind me with his cock up my ass. I came so many times that Mistress Dianna farted a quart of cum out of her vagina. But she wasn't the only one who got an enema that afternoon.

"Uncle Paul wants to spend some quality time with you," Mistress Dianna told me with a light pat on the bum. "Go have Mandy give you an enema; a deep one."

"I don't understand," I asked, "I thought you guys own me."

"When your price went over a million," confessed Mistress Dianna, "he wanted to pitch in. He also paid for your rectal cluster, so he's interested in you that way too. He does Charles too from time to time. That's why we're a tight family in many respects."

"Wife swapping," I asked.

"Nothing so simple," said my Mistress, "we sometimes have group sex, share slaves, little orgies, this is the Free Zone. Uncle Paul does more than a hard use of the cane, and his body is not altered, he's naturally very well endowed. Besides he has rights to you too."

Well that was something to chew on as I sat on the toilet and expelled. Dianna took a shower with Rota, which was very erotic in many respects. Nearby Charles was shaving his face, and half watching too. While the Master and Mistress chose proper and yet casual clothing, I was given a pair of stilettos, four inches now, a leather collar to hold my leash and nothing else. 

That evening the outside temperature was five degrees, ten inside. We took a cab and headed for the upper corporate area. I looked down and saw the rambling McDermott grounds before we came down to Uncle Paul's estate. It was a modest estate, ten bedrooms, swimming pool, the usual by Playboy Mansion measurements. 

"Charles, Dianna," laughed Uncle Paul at the front door, "come in, come in, you know your way around here. Al, what are you doing with shoes on?"

"I put them on him," crooned Mistress Dianna, "makes his legs and ass look good. Why?"

"He's taller than a certain client," Uncle Paul whispered to her. "Get them off him."

Barefoot Uncle Paul led me through the mansion and into a guest bedroom. Uncle Paul went straight to business, and pointed to the foot of the bed. I moved into position.

"Bend over," he instructed, "knees on the bench chest on the bed."

"Am I posing for you or a client," I had to ask.

"As much as I would like to," he stroked the crack of my ass and got me aroused, "it's for a client."

"If it's that Heredshe woman you know this is the wrong position for me to be in," I told him.

"Really," he asked as he laid out a box of chocolates.

"I didn't spend three months in a Brothel that catered to Heredshe Space Merchants for nothing," I told him as I straightened up and checked out the closet. I took out a floral robe and put it on. "If she wants me naked she'll ask for me to take it off. She will want me to surrender to her if she is as powerful as she presents herself to be. And I know no alcohol, so how about a coke and not a slave beer okay?"

"What's wrong with the slave beer, you endorse the stuff."

"Look I formulated the stuff," I pointed out, "just to make it taste better. The stuff give me a hard-on that is almost as bad as Viagra. Opps," oh dear, "do you punish me for Earth Words?"

"No, we know the product," he laughed, "I guess training at the Boom-boom Room makes you a little nervous. Your android told me she could adjust your training to speak only in Free Skyes Common after next Friday, how do you feel about that?"

"What if I meet other people of the Coalition, those who don't know Free Skyes Common?"

"I get your point," he nodded, "but you do have to be able to speak the language of the planet. So do you have any other questions?"

"Why me," I had to ask, "why not hire a professional to make your client happy."

"Call me cheep," admitted Uncle Paul, "or curious. I want to see how well you know Heredshe, and you're proving it. And I don't use prostitutes to seal a deal, I run an honest operation here. I have security cameras, but I don't blackmail people. But my writers will be taking notes."

"Great," I groaned as I sat down turned on the TV and started popping some chocolates and trying to appear relaxed. "After she and I have sex in the normal fashion, she will need anywhere from a half hour to an hour to gestate, then she will need to fuck me and have a very big orgasm. So if she leaves and goes back to the party, please realize she will come back here. So have your security keep others out okay?"

"Sure thing," agreed Uncle Paul. He paused at the door, "what kind of a look do they call this?"

"What are you doing you lazy slut," I chuckled, "is what I often hear."

Uncle Paul laughed out loud and left the room. It was a very comfortable room, and once alone I took a few moments to snoop about. The closet had a few bath robes, and casual clothing of various sizes and sexes. I guess I could get dressed and let her see or do more to me. On the inside of the closet door was a "weapons rack" of dungeon whips, straps, paddles, and restraints. Bedside end-table contained various lubes, insertables, gages, straps and easy restraints. To say the least it was a well stocked playroom for BDSM activities. There was another door leading to a bathroom. I checked the bathroom closet, towels, and (eek,) adult diapers in both male and female ready. Also a small pile of tidy-whitey plastic pants in various sizes, very well equipped. I got back to my chair and had a sip of coke as the Heredshe woman entered.

"What are you doing here," she snapped. "You some sort of prostitute?"

"I'm hiding out," I said quickly, "I'm also company property. I was a Class 8 Courtesan with the Boom-boom Room but now Uncle Paul's property," I half lied. "Some of his people don't trust my knowledge on Heredshe, so I'd thought I would sneak over here and explain it all. I'm new here."

"So what were you doing so well dressed in the elevator yesterday?"

"I'm also Dianna _________ personal sex-toy," I confessed, "she, Uncle Paul and her husband are my triple owners. The thought I could," had to think that trough, "explain that our education system has gaping holes in it."

"And what about you, prostitute," she half spat in my face as she lifted me out of my chair.

"Terrified," I gasped, "I know you can beat the crap out of me, and seriously injure me long before Security arrives. I'm here for your pleasure." She striped off the robe and grabbed my cock.

"Oh," she smiled, "now that is small by Free Skyes Standards. Did they modify you?"

"No Mistress," I gasped. Heredshe women don't play around, no teasing, she want cock and she goes for it. "I'm from the Protected Planet Earth, this is my original size. Smaller size of average I'm afraid."

"I would have had more fun stripping that suit off of you," she grunted as she pushed me to the bed and stopped to take off her trousers. Her legs were almost as hairy as a man's, wore ankle socks, and spandex boxer/briefs similar to a man. She opened the fly wide and mounted me through the fly.

"It would be more comfortable," I gasped, "if you took your underpants off."

"Shut up bitch," she slapped my face, "do I need to spank you?"

"Oh," I groaned, what a loaded question. "I like being spanked," I confessed. "But if it is..." She flipped me over, took out her belt and whipped me, hard. What a totally stupid thing to say; but then, I hate having my face slapped.

"Nice," she smiles as one arm went about my body with her hand holding on to my cock. She could feel me getting very aroused and stopped before the pain became punishment. "Good boy," she told me. "Always honest," she added as she remounted me. "Now spill your seed where it belongs." She humped me hard like as if I was a bucking horse. "Don't make me work too hard," she ordered, "or you will be eating your next meal standing up."

"Permission to be on top," I asked. "I can hump faster and cum quicker."

"Anything else," she asked as we changed position. She gave me that piercing look.

"A paddle," I confessed, "or riding crop, or hairbrush; for spanking me into you. Mistress," I concluded. 

Personally I like long and loving sex. However the Heredshe were self absorbed and to her my fucking and coming inside her was just a messy step one to her orgasm. Inside of ten minutes I came hard and still multipled; I guess my spanking fetish was responsible for that. I half dozed on the bed and before I knew it, she handcuffed my ankle to the bed.

"Hey what's up," I asked her.

"I don't want you to leave," she smiled as she put on her pants.

"Well," I panicked, "what if I need to go to the bathroom."

"Oh dear," she chuckled and checked out the bathroom. "I'll leave the door opened and you can pee from there."

"That's not funny," I snapped.

"Well look at what we have here," she laughed as she looked into the closet. "Are these adult diapers," she asked holding several up.

"Yes Mistress," I surrendered.

"Do you like wearing diapers," she asked me.

"No," I pouted.

"Do they make you wear diapers," she had to ask me.

"Yes," I whimpered and wished I could cry as she moved closer to me.

"Then let's make use of these," she said holding up a pair of women's diapers.

"No wait," I tried to back away. "Free Skyes is different, blue for boys, pink for girls." I did need to pee, but in the wrong sex I could make a real mess. "I could hold it till you get back."

"And have me watch you pee," she sneered, "please, lift your bum." She put the diaper on me. "Nice narrow waist," she looked pleased. "What size plastic pants, small?"

"Medium."

She pulled a pair of plastic pants tightly on my bottom and hips. It was a small but she was quite satisfied with herself. A few hard smacks on the bottom to make sure it was on and I was in submission. She then drank my coke.

"I'm sorry but that was mine," I told her. "You might catch my man germs."

"That's okay," she went to the wet-bar and took a slave beer out of the fridge, "here we are." She held up the bottle, "nice penis shape too." She handed me the bottle, and I bravely took a swig. "Drink," she ordered. I took a couple gulps and the diaper felt smaller I was getting so aroused. "Finish it," she ordered. 

"Yes Mistress," I sighed and emptied the bottle. "Thank you Mistress," I sat back on the bed. I fiddled with my crotch, I didn't want to pee up.

"Don't touch yourself," she ordered.

"Okay," I smiled, "I'll wait till you leave."

"No," she smiled back, "I'll wait till you wet your pants."

"Well my dick is pointing up," I reminded her and I reached down, "and if I pee that way. My piss would leak out of the top of the diaper and on to this nice bed. Or did you want to do that," I smiled sitting back and putting my hands behind myself.

"Well we can't have that," she said as she moved close to me and reached under the diapers. I waited till she had both hands in my pants before I made my move.

"Why don't you order me," I snapped as I pulled her across my lap and spanked her bottom.

"Hey don't do that," she screamed, "I'll have Uncle Paul punish you."

"What," I laughed, as I pulled off her pants belt and pulled down her pants.

"Help," she called, "Security!"

"The room is soundproof," I laughed and paddled her panties and worked her pants off. I found the handcuff keys, but first had to secure her. "Security cameras will only see us in the bed. They think we are having kinky sex."

"You fucking shit," she cursed, "faggot."

"I bet you wanted Daddy to spank you as hard as the boys," I laughed as I pulled down her underwear and exposed her magnificent ass. "Who's your daddy," I asked her with each smack of her doubled belt. A dozen more strokes later she was crying uncontrollably. That gave me enough time to take off the handcuff and the strip her naked. Aside from the tits and hairy pubis she was built more like a young man. It was sexy in some respects. 

"I'm going to make you cum like a man/whore," I told her.

"As soon as you turn your back on me," she hissed, "I'll kill you." We wrestled, and she did put up a good fight but finally out of sheer size and slightly better strength I managed to handcuff her hands to the headboard. I struggled with her legs and whipped her ass even more in the diaper position. She yowled in pain over that. Once I had her legs together and down she was mine.




Slave Immigrant Ch. 24



"What are you going to do now," she asked me.

"Get you horny," I smiled and played with her clitoris. Her muscle started to snake out. I moved on top of her and eased it up my well greased ass. "Oh that feels good," I sighed as I humped her.

"Oh great mother," she gasped in her own language. I learned Heredshe common a year later; she kept repeating that over and over. I knew she was enjoying my ass.

"Take your time whore," I told her. "Just make it go long and far. I want you to plant your eggs far into me."

She cursed even louder and I just enjoyed the feeling of her touching my nerve cluster with her clitoris. She came in a flood of vaginal fluid, eggs, my cum, and I came on her chest at the same time. She groaned and spat at me.

"You spilled your seed on my breast," she snapped.

"So what," I laughed, and smeared it on my fingers and stuffed them in her mouth. "Now you know why so many of your lowly space crews long over me. Like it?" She sucked my fingers clean.

"Do you spank them too," she sighed.

"No," I told her. "I see you have difficulty in giving orders. You stripped me in order to assure yourself, which gave it away. Maybe you need not to be in charge from time to time. It helps you know."

"I never knew a man would like to have a woman fuck him," she sighed. "So what now?"

"You can either get aroused and fuck me again," I suggested, "or tell me to get off of you, get dressed, and go home."

"Get off me," she ordered, "and untie me." I was curious so I did as I was told. "Now bend over the bed," she fucked me standing up in the proper Heredshe fashion.

"I'm going to cum Mistress," I told her, "spill my seed."

"I'll cane you if you do," she warned me.

"I can't help it," I whined, "I have an artificial nerve cluster, similar to a female human clitoris, deep in my colon; you are touching me with your clitoris. Oh this is going to hurt."

We both came again and I made one heck of a mess on the bed sheets. That's the problem with real life, you make a mess when you cum. You don't see big wet spots when somebody comes in the movies. She touched my ass with a rattan cane and then laid down beside me.

"What does a cane feel like," she asked me.

"Like royal hell," I sighed. "Sharp, hard, sting, and then the pain just comes in. You later have welts that will be there for, well a long while. I'm part Ancient so I heal fast, but not fast enough, it hurts."

"I want it," she told me.

"Okay," I took the cane and got up. "Assume the position. Feet on the floor, together, try not to show off your sex. Knees straight, bend at the waist, tits touching the bed, and hands; holding to the far edge of the bed." She complied, and looked nervous. "You are going to get six of the best. I'm going to hit you hard. If you want this to stop, say red light, and we will stop. You get dressed, and you are in charge again. If you want me to slow down, you say yellow light. I'll pause, let you catch your breath, but no touching your bum, no trying to rub the soreness away. You do that, and I'll start all over again. You got that?"

"What no green light," she had to ask.

"You want some penalty strokes added?"

"No Master, er Daddy?"

"It's SIR," I snapped and gave her three with the belt. I was saving the cane. "You will call me sir, not Master, I wear a slave collar, and as far as I'm concerned Dad's don't fuck their kids. I'm definitely not into that. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir," she said as her hands grasped the sheets tightly. He pelvis squirmed as she clitoris was getting active. "Thank you for explaining it to me sir."

She surrendered to me beautifully. Counted each stroke, asked for another respectfully; she didn't even get cheeky in wanting more. He pale skin, bright red ass, white mean cane stripes. There was just one last thing to do, I opened the end-table and took out some lube.

"What are you doing," she asked as I lubricated her asshole.

"The full treatment," I told her. "Is your asshole clean?"

"Clean," she asked. "I used that dark room in the hotel, it did something to my asshole, it felt so good."

"Well we're going all the way," I told her, "male seed up your ass now." She gasped as I entered her and went past her sphincter muscles. She was so aroused her clitoris was like a wild snake under her. "How far can that thing go," I asked her as I humped her.

"I've heard two feet," she groaned. "I don't know." I caught it like an animal and pushed it back between our legs and towards my asshole. It was if it had a mind of its own and went into me. "Oh that feels good," she gasped.

"Oh god," I gasped, "we're double penetrating each other." 

We rolled and humped each other in such a strange method as we fell on the floor and kept fucking each other. When it was over we took turns on the single toilet. I was first and she looked funny holding her butt-cheeks together while I expelled her eggs. Then we took a shower together and dried each other off. Once she got back into the suit, the Mistress took over.

"Assume the position," she told me. "Legs apart I want to see those balls." She gave me twelve and left me crying after she fucked me one more time in a proper Heredshe fashion.

I felt so miserable after being caned I just stayed in position. I wasn't sure what to do until Uncle Paul came in. He put a robe over my shoulders and offered me a glass of coke.

"Can you tell me what happened," he asked me.

"She came in a Heredshe Mistress," I sipped the coke. It was a rum and coke. "Oh that's delicious."

"Report," he ordered taking the glass away from me.

"She came in a Mistress, and she left a Mistress. What happened in between is one of those very rare occurrences that a Class 3 or better Courtesan could handle. I don't know if I did it well. But she is a "Contrary" a very rare Heredshe who would love to submit to a man. For all we know maybe the women did submit to the men, but even there she could fuck my ass. My cheeks may be sore, but my nerve cluster is still fluttering. You want to put a long butt-plug up my ass please?"

"No," he said giving me back his drink and looking at my pre-cum dripping cock. "Get some clothes on, underpants and trousers. No diapers for you tonight. The security staff, Dianna, Charles, myself, anybody who saw what was going on is masturbating at what you did. I'm listing you as a Heredshe consultant. The pay is reasonable, 30% to your bond, you did well my boy."

After three rum and cokes I got drunk, passed out, and woke up the next day feeling great.



Slave Immigrant Ch. 25



After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. I guess Human Recourses had me figured out correctly. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websites were tracked alright, but not by Homeland Security. I was a 24/7 Bonded Sex Slave with a 5 million credit debt to pay off. Worse still I didn't have any say on how or what I would be doing, I wasn't a citizen. After taking a Citizenship Test all that changed.

I had totally forgotten that I was now living inside a new young body, and three ounces of rum has the same effects on me when I was 18, even though my brain is 80. I got drunk, passed out; Master Charles had to carry me out of the cab and to my room. I half expected finding myself in a wet diaper or worse. Instead I was soundly asleep in the same bed as Master Charles and Mistress Dianna. Each was half on me, and a hand on my cock. My butt was partly healed and was still sore for the punishment I got last night. I was getting aroused and frightened.

"Morning Master," Charles kissed my cheek.

"Morning Master," Dianna kissed my cheek.

"Okay," I drawled, "so when are you two going to flip my legs up and spank me?"

"Do you want us to spank you Master," asked Charles with a childish smile.

"But last night," I asked, "I got drunk last night."

"We check with Mandy," Charles explained, "you're not a Boom-boom Room Slave any more. You're an adult like us now. We are not going to punish you for using Earth words, or your past culture. Bring it to the table, there are companies, big companies, who bid on remaking movies from your plant to match ours. So Master, what's up for today?"

"I just want to sleep in," said Dianna in a cheeky fashion rolling on her tummy with her ass inviting the air.

Half an hour later I went to my room to get dressed while my two subdued slaves drank their morning juice from Mandy's breast; things were looking great. It felt great to be wearing underwear, a sweat suit, socks, and even running shoes inside the house. My wife would never allow that. I got back to the kitchen and found Rota looking mournfully at her porridge.

"What's the matter virgin girl," I asked her.

"I hate eating porridge every day," she grumbled.

"Then why don't you have a day off too," I smiled, "I don't need a Gofore so I'm sending you to the 6 Corps Mall with orders to have fun. Let me see your credit band." She showed me her ring; I was wearing my gigolo ring. "One hundred credits, general account. Dianna," I called to my female slave, "what's the best place for a make-over?"

"The Shining," said Dianna, "but they are expensive a complete make-over is 500 credits."

"Make that one thousand credits," I told the ring, "and Rota, you have to do and wear what they say. I want you to shine. Or your butt will be as red and sore as Dianna's on a Thursday Night." Rota looked terrified. "Now get girl," I snapped, "and I'll have you fitted for a chastity belt!" I told her as she ran off to her room to get dressed.

"I never punished my staff that hard," whispered Dianna.

"I don't plan on doing that either," I whispered back.

"Personally," smiled Charles, "the loss of control of her chastity can scare her too."

"When should I be back," called Rota from the doorway.

"Supper time," I called back, "6PM, don't be late."

"Yes Mister Jones," she called, "I mean SIR!" The door closed and she was gone.

"Okay," I snapped to my willing slaves, "morning exercises, let's do some stretching."

"Hey haven't you done enough of that," said Charles rubbing his sore rectum.

"Hands away from yourself," I snapped and swatted him.

I worked Charles and Dianna hard when it was necessary. The wild life of TV celebrities put a few pounds on both of them. I hated to think what would happen if they didn't have a personal trainer. We took a shower together, and shower sex, we had the time. I also made sure they spent time on their personal computers and took care of any email or messages that had to be attended to. After lunch I had my two naked slave into some minor bondage, sensory deprivation, blindfolds and headphones while their mouths were gagged with ashtray holders. I made it a point to be sitting on the balcony smoking a Cuban cigar with them nearby. That's when Jeff arrived.

Jeff the gorilla film critic was looking his dapper best. He was wearing what could best be described as a yellow 70's Pimp Suit, complete with chains, but flexible shoes to match his pithecine physic. Yes Jeff really is a gorilla, right out of Planet of the Apes, but very affable and sificicated.

"Come on out to the balcony we can talk and smoke out there," I told him.

"Good Lord," shuttered Jeff at the doorway, "Master Charles in submission."

"Yes he is," I pushed Charles's face to the floor and he rose his well punished and well greased ass to the air. "He can't hear or see us either." I gave him a couple swats then put him back on his heels. "How's Colin?"

"Melancholy as ever," sighed Jeff, "he's secretly taking film critics courses. Now what is this all about?"

"I want you to change over to Action Network," I told him as I offered a Cuban.

"Impossible," snapped Colin as he lit his cigar before explaining, "we're the highest paid critics in the Free Zone and syndicated throughout the Free Skyes Free Zones."

"The Free Zone," I reminded him and tapped an ash into Dianna's ashtray. The smoke made her nostrils flair. "Represents twenty-five percent of the Free Skyes population. The internet has you listed as pornography simply through association. Action Network sells some of its shows outside the zone and off planet. We can get you global, all we have to do is re-package the show."

"That may be so," countered Jeff, "but how much experience do you guys have at this?"

"Just a sec," I told him and took off Charles's blindfold; he looked startled. I signalled him to remain quiet and took off the gage. "Charles," I asked pleasantly, "as my mentor how many shows has Action Network produced for planetary and off planet distribution?"

"Several," he answered quickly. I smacked him on the rump with a strap. He blinked fast and answered. "We have four show in syndication at three systems, and four others that are syndicated throughout the system." He then took the courage to ask, "what are you doing?"

"Working on my show proposal," I told him. "We're going to produce the Colin and Jeff Show on Action Network."

"We can't afford them," Charles told me.

"Think outside the box Charles," I said as I held up the strap, but didn't use it. "Colin and Jeff are in the Ghetto of the Free Zone we got the skills to get them outside that Ghetto."

"We can do that," said Charles.

"Good," I put the gage back in his mouth, blindfold and headphones. He shuttered but a couple whacks of the strap put him in line.

"Is this how you usually do business," Jeff asked me.

"Only when I want to keep a secret," I told him, "now do you have any files on budgets you can get me?"

"I have them right here," he handed me an information stick. "So isn't you computer bugged?"

"Yea but not my lap-top," I chuckled, "I try to keep it out of the network ever since I left the Boom-boom Room."

"Good planning," he told me. "So when do you do the proposal?"

"Friday with any luck," I assured him. "I'll have to go through some tests, but I will lay the proposal on Uncle Paul one way or the other."

"Well good luck to you," said Jeff, getting up. "So if that concludes business, I'll be on my way. Unless you plan on anything," he smiled and shifted his hips.

"Not today Jeff," I smiled, "my duty is to keep my owners relaxed and not worrying about work. Besides I still have issues with large people," I whispered to him.

"Hum," grunted Jeff, "I'm just too much of a male for you." He smiled and left. I quickly went back to the balcony and pulled the head restraints off Charles.

"I'm sorry about this Charles," I told him, "but Uncle Paul is such a control freak, and I need a free hand to get my ideas rolling."

"Well you should at least trust me," he snapped back as he struggled with his handcuffs. "Oh if I could get these off I'd spank you good."

"Good idea," I said and pushed his face to the floor and paddled him some more. After a little sex play I made him cum and put him back into position. After that I did the same to Dianna, who had no idea of what was going on but enjoyed the sex play. Twenty minutes later there was a knock on the door.

"Charles, Marcy," I smiled, "please come in."

"What are we doing at your owner's home," asked Charles who still looked a little sloppy in a casual suit.

"Those work-out clothes is not you," smiled Marcy who even in casual clothes still looked ready to kill.

"Hey take a look at the balcony," I told them and lead them out of the condo. "We can talk pretty much freely here."

"You got your owners in bondage," gasped Mike.

"They seem relaxed," remarked Marcy. She sat down near Dianna and ignited a woman's cigar, "what's up," she asked blowing the smoke into Dianna's face.

"Do you two really like the hotel business," I asked them.

"What else can a couple old courtesans do," asked Mike.

"You two are great teachers," I told them, "why not give teaching a chance?"

"That takes money," chuckled Marcy.

"Building, students, text books," sighed Mike, "even the Middle Kingdom ones are not properly written teaching books."

"What about teaching videos," I suggested, "you can even promote your own books."

"I've seen plenty of them on the net," said Mike, "they're all worthless."

"So why not have two bonded and official Middle Kingdom Courtesans teach a class," I told them. "Just the common basic stuff people should know anyway. So many people are not even sure if they should be called Master, Lord, or Sir."

"Sounds interesting," said Mike. "Who would do it?"

"I want to do it," I smiled and took off Charles's head restraints. "Hi Charles, I have some more people for you to meet."

"I've seen you before Ms. McDermott," he smiled, "you look familiar too sir. Now what can I humble representatives of Action Network do for you?"

"Oh he's well trained," smiled Mike.

"Charles," I explained, "Mike and Marcy here are both Class 10, the highest level of trained Courtesans out of the Middle Kingdome and they live right here in Centre City. They are willing to put together a small fifteen minute show on the basics of BDSM. These two have real training and real experience in a wide range of situations. They even trained me. We could cobble together a show, no infomercial stuff, real classes, real facts."

"As a matter of fact," added Marcy, "we can even break some of the Myths. Surely Action Network would want to put out such public information."

"Well I can see where he gets his sales training from," he smiled. "What's your market research say," he asked me.

"I did the research," chirped in Mike, "there are forty different advertisers on the floors of the Boom-boom Room's Mall alone that try to sell teaching books on how to be a Master or how to be a slave. Hundred page book and only maybe two pages worth reading that any child could figure out when a stranger offers candy and a ride in their car. They don't even know what a spank spot is."

"A spank spot," Charles asked. Before he could say anything else I put his nose to the floor and Mike gave him a good slap on his raised bottom's spank spot. I pulled him up and he was gagging.

"And I didn't even hit you hard," added Mike.

"That hurt," Charles gulped. I let him have a sip of my coke. "I don't know if you can demonstrate that in a board room, but I'd like to learn that too. I would just make sure the whole ass was covered."

"I could do this to you," added Marcy as she spanked him hard from where his thighs meet his butt cheeks down on his upper thighs. "Now," she added as she finished, "when you sit down you will remember me."

"Ahh," gagged Charles, "it doesn't look pretty but it hurts."

"Well that is the problem," added Mike, "pretty bum that you see in so many photos or painting, or the real painful thing. Looks ugly to some, but leaves an impression."

"The difference," I added, "is that there are so few true Courtesans who know a good job and those who do not. We have so many armatures out there that people can't tell the difference. So do you think we can get this done?"

"You can add it to your list of suggestions," sighed Charles. Then to Mike and Marcy, "what do you two feel?"

"I like it," smiled Mike sitting back, "for once I get credit for what I know and nobody's ass to kiss."

"Be a nice difference," added Marcy.

"Even if the show doesn't go through," I added, "what about a real courtesan class for that video high school idea Uncle Paul wants to do."

"Not a bad idea for an introduction," sighed Charles, "but you are not suppose to know the details."

"Too bad you just told me some," I laughed as I put the gage back into Charles's mouth, blindfolded him and put the headphones back on.

"Let me," added Marcy, as she pushed Charles's nose to the floor and gave him another spanking. She then found the hearing controls. "Now be a good boy and realize it is not good for the company not to share ideas. Hording ideas and taking the credit for other people's work can get you into even more trouble." She selected a large inflatable butt-plug and inserted it into him. She pumped it full till he was squirming before switching on the vibrator function. "Now sit up and stay still," she told him. "Don't move my ashtray or I'll do something worse to you." She flicked her finger on the tip of his penis. Charles gulped and held still.

"You are one frightening woman," I told her. We exchanged small talk and gossip. The latest batch of human bonded slave immigrants were proving to be about the same level as the class I trained with. I couldn't tell about my success with the Heredshe woman, but they were impressed on how Mandy was rescued and put into a better android body. Mike was getting use to his job controlling the lobby but missed his chair and watching the antics of the slaves. We parted on good measure, just as the last two of my guest arrived.

"Ah, my Business Manager," I smiled at Anthony and Lady Fatomyia. "Come in come in," I lead them in. "Care to enjoy the view from the balcony?"

"Considering we live one floor up," purred Lady Fatomyia as she crossed the threshold to the balcony, "it is still a nice view. My; what interesting floor ordainments," she purred and brushed close to Dianna. Dianna straightened and trembled. "I do believe she is a virgin," she purred and ticked Dianna vagina with her furry tail.

"So what's up," asked Anthony.

"Look," I explained, "were you two involved in re-building Mandy?"

"Ahh," snarled Lady Fatomyia, "I hate business. This is such a cute toy, make this quick." She went to Anthony and took a hand held computer out of his pocket.

"Well I don't expect to have my bond paid off tomorrow," I sighed. "But when I do I want to give these two a good trainer."

"Good trainer," asked Lady Fatomyia, "they no good in bed?"

"No no no," I explained, "these two are so busy they are leading very fat lives. They need another Mandy to keep them in shape, to have a fixed day. Without me I'd think they would become fat. And I don't think Earth Slaves like me will last forever."

"What you going clairvoyant," asked Anthony as he tried one of my cigars. "Alright a Punch," he chuckled speaking in Earth English. "Do you still get spanked for speaking in Earth English," he had to ask me.

"No," I smiled, "not anymore."

"I'll spank your cute ass one of these days," he smiled.

"And I'll fuck yours," I laughed back.

"Boys," she snapped at both of us, "behave. I can have you one done by Winter Equinox." 

"What's a Winter Equinox," I had to ask.

"A Coalition Holiday," explained Anthony as Lady Fatomyia stalked Dianna, "several systems have one, the marking of the new year and the halfway point of winter. Height of winter, shortest day of the year, new life and summer is not too far away. Just like Earth Christmas and New Years. Free Skyes is not too big on that holiday, interferes with normal business. Some places do observe it." He stroked Charles's back, "lord he's cute."

"Stick to business please," I asked him. "Did Action Network contact you guys lately?"

"Last night actually," he check his own hand held unit, "yea, Heredshe Continuity Adviser. They are paying you a relatively low salary, but at 30/70 split and you get more for every suggestion you make. How did you land that job, I hear you are only half way through language training."

"Painfully," I lowered my sweat pants and showed him part of my still sore bum.

"Serious cane job," chuckled Anthony as he blew smoke on my ass.

"Hey I'm not here for your amusement," I told him as I pulled up my pants fast.

"Moon him," Lady Fatomyia ordered Anthony. He blushed, but quickly obeyed her. He wasn't wearing any underwear, and had a bright set of welts on his ass too. "Weekly maintenance," she explained as she tweaked Dianna's nipples as her tail humped and caressed her vagina.

"Well," asked a dry mouthed Anthony, "can I fuck your boy toy then," he asked me.

"I don't know," I smiled sitting back. "What do you say M'Lady?"

"He's going to have to ask you nicely first," she purred as she wrapped herself around a shuttering Dianna. "Strip yourself naked and please him Anthony."

It was interesting; Anthony really was a great boy-toy and knew how to please a man. I really wanted to watch Lady Fatomyia rape Dianna but by occupying me, I couldn't. Anthony was such a pleasure, I had to have sex with him as well. In the end I relented and he spanked me to the point where I was begging for him to fuck me like a bitch. Amazing enough the public balcony's activities did not make any news channel that evening. 

It was 5PM as Anthony and Lady Fatomyia left the apartment just as Rota was entering. She smiled but said nothing. We smiled back as my guest left in the elevator. Rota sparkled in her new outfit.

"Well," she asked.

"Very nice," I told her. She followed me back to the balcony were, outside of a few cigar butts, and empty pop bottles Charles and Dianna were still in the same positions except looking well used.

"Gee," said Rota, "you sure put those two through their paces."

"Careful for what you wish for," I told her. "You just may get it in a generous portion." That was a Coalition expression; they get big portions of pie or food, while on Earth we get it in Spades. I took the restraints off Dianna first. "Why don't you check out what Rota bought today?"

"Yes Master," she gasped, "may I have a drink?"

"Sure," I told her, "Mandy give Dianna some cold water out of your left tit." Rota giggle, and Dianna tried not to pout, he bottom was sore enough.

"Wow," gasped Charles once I had the gage out of his mouth, "that was some afternoon. And that wasn't you cock up my ass, Master." He wet his lips, then asked, "can I have a drink please Master."

"Sure thing slave," I told him. "Mandy has plenty of cold water in her tits. Then I want you to clean off the balcony right quick." Then to Mandy, "how's supper coming?"

"Very well young Master Jones sir," it smiled down at me. "I've been able to bring the budget in line, and we're having roast beast for supper with vegetables, and for desert chocolate ice-cream. Or did you want it served on a hot butt sir?"

"Oh I think we've had our share of sex time," I sighed. "Bowels will be fine."

We rolled into a relaxing evening of watching a thoughtful TV documentary on the war and why it is still on. It was thoughtful, but seemed so far away to us. I politely check with Charles and was able to go to bet with him and Dianna as their master. At 2AM Charles smacked me on the bottom and said he needed to go to the bathroom. A half hour later we went to bed where he had a restful sleep and I had to contend myself with the taste of cum in my mouth.




Slave Immigrant Ch. 25



The next four days went like clockwork as we all followed our schedules. Rota hated her job changing my diaper, and I just counted the days till I would get out of Diaper Bondage. Come Thursday I was one hour later as I took my language test. Since Uncle Paul paid for my training I had no idea what my rating in Free Skyes Common was. I got to the studio where Dianna was in a horny rage, but had enough sense to insist the set and I would speak in Free Skyes Common permanently. It felt nice to have mastered three languages, on Earth I had a B in English at the University level.

Friday was a very nervous day for me. Dianna laid out my suit for the day, no staying home in a diaper; I had to be at work for 7AM and a staff meeting at 7:30. My grey suit was almost identical to Master Charles's suit except with a Heredshe style skirt instead of trousers. Likewise, black stocking, garter belt, panties, (or should I say Manties with the day of the week on the seat,) over the garters so that my bottom can be quickly bared. Shoes, four inch heels now without locks. I would have to be careful about kicking them off. I stuffed my lap-top into my shoulder bag/brief case and headed out.

"You ready for this," Master Charles asked me as he adjusted my tie before the LRT stopped at the Ringo Building.

"As ready as I'll ever be," I told him.

"Let's go," he smiled and led the way.

My second trip to the General Offices of Action Network was more relaxed than the first. Once past reception and identification we came to the general office. There were four empty desks with computer terminal and no dividers. These four spots were used by the General Purpose Sex-a-terries. And that means if nobody has given you an assignment, you are there for whoever has more authority to order you to work. Interns hung around the water cooler, and waited to be assigned anyplace, and would steal a GP's desk. All except for the number one spot which the lowest ranking Sex-a-terry sat at.

"Your desk," Charles told me, and I sat on the hard seat. My bottom was still a little sore from Dianna's sex cravings of last night. I kept trying to tell myself the compression was good for me. I moved the mouse pad to my left handed style. "Hey don't get too comfortable;" he told me, "you have work to do."

"Yes sir," I said turning on the computer, "what do you want me to do?"

"Lowest Sex-a-terry has to set-up the boardroom for the morning meeting," he told me. "Come on," he led me down the hall, past the cooler/coffee/snack area. "Don't forget your presentations," he told me. I ran back and got my case.

The Conference Room was not as big as I expected room for about a dozen people. Catering brought over boxes of doughnuts and drinks. My job was to make a display of the confections, unpack the drinks, Slave Beer was often used as an energy drink. Coffee, tea, Uncle Paul preferred an old style of tea, so his cup and kettle were made ready. I also noticed that the chairs at the conference table went from no padded seat to some very plush seats for Charles and Uncle Paul. As the men and women of the morning conference filtered in Charles pointed to the seat at the very end as mine.

Uncle Paul finally came in and the meeting was called to order. First was what I guess would be called prayer, or better still the Action Network mission statement. "Get it First, Get it Right, and get paid for every minute of it." A nice gesture; where everybody had a sip of their drinks before sitting down and getting down to business. Uncle Paul made a polite nod to me as the new idea boy, GP Sex-a-terry and Heredshe Consultant. The two other sex-a-terries who were older than me, looked me nervously, they didn't have such titles.

"One other point of business for young Mister Jones here," added Uncle Paul, "his language rating is educated native, highest score possible. No need to cane him and send him back. By the way Al, I have you slated to take classes at 9AM for Heredshe Common, I want you following our Heredshe programming in two weeks. Congratulations, now back to business."

Business with television was quite simple, who's got the better rating and how do we out do them. If we are on top, make sure we stay there because a fall means somebody better explain fast of go look for work someplace else. After the business was almost done Uncle Paul then looked up.

"By the way Idea Boy," he spoke to me, "I hope you have some good suggestions for better programming other than cartoons?"

"Yes Uncle Paul I do," I said standing up. "I have a presentation right here," I added taking out my lap-top.

"That's not a company lap-top," blurted the weasel-looking sex-a-terry to my left.

"You look familiar," I pointed to him. "Weren't you Sergeant Cody's assistant when my computer was installed in my room?"

"I have been working as a Sex-a-terry here for the past six months," the weasel glared down his pug nose. "Tell him Uncle."

"Meet my Nephew," shrugged Uncle Paul, "Amadeus George Paul. Did you tap into the Condo's Security system?"

"Too many protection circuits," said Amadeus, "the place has military grade protection."

"Okay," sighed Uncle Paul moving his chair to one side and sitting down, "show me what you got." I bent over the back credenza to lock my computer into the conference monitor when a hand suddenly pulled my panties into a painful wedgies. "And what is this," yelled Uncle Paul. The entire room burst into laughter.

"My underwear," I told him quickly. "Not diapers underwear, and the day of the week on it." He wrenched my panties off me and waved them in front of my face. They smelled like mine, and had Sunday clearly stitched across the bottom. "Oh excrement cakes," I gasped. I looked and saw Charles looking at me.

"You should check your panties before putting them on," he laughed. 

After receiving six of the best, Uncle Paul handed me a flimsy white tong panties to wear. Chuckles aside my skirt felt painfully short as my very sore naked bottom was observed as I prepared the presentation.

"As you all know," I explained in a professional manner, "the Colon and Phil show is the top rated critics show in the Planetary Free Zones. However as you can see by this display the show is very much in the Adult entertainment setting. It is definitely not suitable for sale in seventy-five percent of the System wide new media."

"So what," Amadeus interrupted, "we all know that. We can't afford them."

"If we were a regular network we could easily afford them," I pointed out. "Fellow people," I noted Ice was there too, "the Free Zone is the Ghetto of the media, we need to expand out horizons. Colon and Phil are ready to take a pay cut in this venture to reach out to the entire system. I have a cost projection figures as to other ways we can save on all of this."

I then went on to explain we could easily have Colin and Phil in business suits and not outrageous costumes from the kink outfitters. Also instead of having a line of near naked cheer-leaders who butts are paddled to mark a rating of each film, simple family friendly star graphics is so much cheaper. In the end I was sure I would have the job of producing the show.

"Charles have you looked over these figures," Uncle Paul asked him.

"Yes," said Charles quickly as he speed read through the document, "okay this is a first glance but Al did his homework, these are good. With the right set, costumes, we could do this."

"What about audiences and ratings," Uncle Paul asked me.

"We should be able to keep the same ratings in the Free Zone," I told him, "I could only do so many projections with the facilities I had; but we should keep the number one spot."

"Okay we'll run with this," nodded Uncle Paul. "Charles you'll produce this, and Al, you'll be the Director. Legal let's wrap this show up. Now if there is any further business."

"Ah sir," I added.

"What?"

"I have another proposal," I explained, "it's in the planning phase, but I think this idea will take root. It's a health and educational program."

"Health and education program," asked Charles, as he sipped his coffee.

"Mike and Marcy," I told him. Charles chocked on his coffee.

"What's going on," asked Uncle Paul.

"He had a couple friends over on Sunday," explained Charles, "they gave me a practical lesson."

"This sound interesting," Uncle Paul asked leaning forward.

"Okay," I explained to the audience, "outside of Uncle Paul and Charles here, who knows what a spank spot is?" Everybody put their hands up. "Okay," I smiled, "I need a volunteer." Everybody sat on their hands and looked at the young Sex-a-terry across from Amadeus.

"Well now," I smiled helping the young fellow to his feet. "Your name is," I asked.

"Web Robinson," he stammered. He bent over the desk revealing his Friday Panties and had them lowered. Instead of Uncle Paul's cane I grabbed a yard-stick.

"Now can somebody demonstrate where a spank spot is," I asked.

"Oh anybody can do that," snapped Amadeus who grabbed the oversized ruler and smacked every inch of Web's poor bottom.

"Okay that's enough," I smiled taking the stick away from Amadeus before he started drawing blood on Web. "Now Web," I told him, "you took that rather well, didn't even cry once. Are you an Alpha Male, strong boy."

"No sir," he gritted, "I was getting close to crying out."

"Okay," I nodded to the audience, "I'm only going to hit you once. Cry if this hurts." I made a simple wrist-snap that cracked against his spank-spot, or to be exact, where his asshole is.

"Yowww!" he screamed, "what da fuck was that?" Uncle Paul chuckled then tried to appear bland.

"Dead centre of your spank spot," I told him. "Do you people need another demonstration?" There were a few smiles, and poor Web cringed.

"I warmed him up," snapped Amadeus, "any sort of hit on his sore ass would make him cry."

"He has a point there," added Uncle Paul. Charles chuckled and a few other department heads nodded in agreement.

"Another volunteer," I asked. The boardroom went silent, everybody froze. "Somebody with low rank," I added.

"Sex-a-Terry Paul," Uncle Paul said to his nephew.

"Sir," whimpered Amadeus.

"Bend over the table," he ordered, "lift your skirt and lower your panties."

It was with a certain satisfaction to the Department Heads as they watched their Boss's Nephew and nemesis for their jobs. He surrendered as he lifted his Heredshe skirt revealing his blue panties with matching garter and stockings to reveal his pink untouched ass. Part of me wanted to drag the situation out, take a long aim a practice swing. I winked at Charles and gave the kid a quick wrist snap on the same spot I hit Web on.

"Yow!" he screamed and jumped up clenching both butt cheeks. "What is that, some Magic Mind Trick? He's cheating Uncle."

"Pull your panties up and go sit down," Uncle Paul ordered. Then more kindly to Web, "you too Web; thank you for your help." Then to me, "okay kid you're directing the all new Colon and Jeff show, how soon can we start shooting, Charles?"

"We should hit fast," said Charles as he looked over my work. "Four weeks, I want a conference in two hours, Director, Set, Lighting, Art Department, and Music."

"Good," smiled Uncle Paul, "Al, you're too young to be a producer, but Directors have lots of power too. How soon could you get your BDSM Education Show going?" 

"I'll need the same department heads," I pointed out, "can we tack my show on with the same conference?"

"No problem," nodded Charles.

"Okay I don't have scripts," I pointed out, "but will have them inside a week. So I figure we can start shooting in six weeks."

"Six Weeks!," laughed Uncle Paul.

"Everybody does their job," I shrugged, "no problem."

"Careful folks," Uncle Paul laughed, "he's armed with a yardstick and knows how to use it." It's easy to laugh at Uncle Paul's jokes, even if he is the Boss. "Okay get out of here, Nephew, come into my office."

"Congratulations," Charles shook my hand and led me out towards the general office. "May I show you you're cubical?"

"Cubical," I asked, "I know lots of Directors who have their own office."

"Back on that backwater planet of your," he laughed back at me. He pointed me to a cubical which had an electronic LED plate that read, "Al Jones, Director."

"My own cubical," I chuckled, it was in a corner, had two computer screens, and a wide printer.

The office went quiet as a loud howling noise echoed through the room. There was a pause when there was a distinctive crack and another loud howl. Everybody chuckled and went back to work. I had to ask Charles.

"What was that?"

"Amadeus Paul," Charles told me flatly, "for the past six months he went from Intern to Sex-a-terry and has been bucking for everybody's job just because he's the Boss's Nephew." There was another loud scream, "ahh the pains of a failed spy."

"And that little weasel was spying on me," I had to ask. "You can't tell me he's the best spy you guys have?"

"No," chuckled Charles, "I knew you were working on something but I also knew you would talk to me about it."

"And you didn't tell Uncle Paul," I asked.

"This is going to take you away from Dianna," he changed the subject.

"What's going to happen," I asked him.

"We'll work something out," he told me. "Now get your notes together."



Slave Immigrant Ch. 26



After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. So I guess Human Recourses had me figured out alright. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websites were tracked alright, but not by Homeland Security. I was a 24/7 Bonded Sex Slave with a 5 million credit debt to pay off. Worse still I didn't have any say on how or what I would be doing, I wasn't a citizen. After taking a Citizenship Test all that changed.

So there I was, I got through my first board meeting and only got six cane stripes on my ass, and a job promotion. Next to follow it all through and get the job done. Television is all about careful planning, and unlike the movies where you go to a set and have over a year to package the work in TV it's get the episode and move on to the next one fast. The Colin and Jeff show, that writes itself, the all new BDSM Class show that will take some work. I picked up the phone and called Marcy's cell phone. 

"Marcy McDermott here," her voice said on the other end.

"Hey Mistress Marcy," I smiled back at the blank video, "Al Jones here."

"Al," she laughed switching on her camera. She was in bed with a naked man across her lap. "Good to see you. Wow you're up early, nice suit."

"Not so nice," I stood up so that she could see the Heredshe skirt and my legs, "I got five in heels on too," I added sitting down carefully.

"Were you punished," she asked.

"Yes Mistress," I stood up turned around and lifted my skirt and lowered my panties. "Just an introduction to Uncle Paul's discipline regime." I covered up and sat down. "I made the proposal and it went through. Our legal department will be contacting you and Mike sometime today. I'll have to set up sets, extra's, and the lot. I'll need a few demo scripts by the middle of next week we'll start shooting in six weeks."

"Six weeks," she gasped pulling out her day-timer. "When?"

"When I have the studio schedule worked out that's when I'll know exactly for sure. I can have that for you by the end of next week. We have 13 fifteen minute shows to do. So depending on the studio schedule I'd say 4 shows per session. So I will need 4 scripts."

"That sounds great," she laughed. The man across her lap, I'd say it was an Earth Human stirred and she spanked him back into position. "Just a sec," she took a discipline helmet and put it on somebody's head off camera. "Okay back," she smiled and hit him leaving a hand-print.

"New fuck-toy," I asked.

"Well if I can't have you," she laughed, "I'll check each new Earth fuck-boy out personally. So is there anything else to discuss."

"Plenty," I laughed, "we need to talk settings. Where would you like to have it."

"In a classroom; an old fashioned or better idea; a modern classroom. I want honest people willing to learn. And real people to be demonstrated on."

"What do you mean? You want me to bend over your desk," Okay so I missed her attention.

"No," she snapped, "you Earth Human/Ancient hybrids can take a lot of punishment. I want say a virgin, somebody very new to all of this. I want to teach how to break down their defences and take it."

"Well we have lots of people in the Zone," I murmured while I thought, "and a general casting call will bring out every pain freak around. But I know a few. You want somebody who yowls when hit right?"

"You have an idea."

"Oh yea," I laughed thinking about my fellow ex-Sex-a-terries, "oh I know a few. I'll pass that request along. What about the other students."

"Can you do some sort of audience call," she asked. "I want people off the street just happened to wander in to watch a show. Real students we can work on later."

"Okay I'll pass that along," I noted. Then an idea, "would you consider teaching in a High School?"

"Advanced Sex Education," she laughed, "they do that privately in the Middle Kingdom. Out there some people call it Courtesan Training for Beginners."

"Just an idea for a show I'm not involved in yet," I added. "Okay I'll get on this, first meeting in fifteen minutes. Call ya later."

"Can't wait," added Marcy before her screen went blank.

"You need an assistant," a familiar voice said behind me. I looked up and saw Cupcake, the former intern, who out of foolishness became a bonded slave and is now Uncle Paul's personal property.

"What are you doing here," I asked her.

"Intern," she sighed. She wore a corporate intern uniform of white shirt, black mini-skirt, ankle socks and sensible shoes. Her white shirt collar was opened wide showing off her silver brushed steel collar unlike mine that was hidden by my shirt collar and tie. "You'd think I had a STD or something," she chuckled, "nobody touches me."

"That's because everybody is afraid of the Boss and his cane," I said fiddling with my audio records. There was a small thermal with a task chair to one side. "Can you sit over there and turn these audio files into written notes," I asked her.

"Sure," she smiled and took the memory stick. She paused at the chair before lifting her skirt to sit down. She was wearing a lace thong with the day of the week at the top. She also had two vivid cane welts on her ass.

"What did you do to deserve that," I had to ask her.

"Uncle Paul," she explained. "Made sure I would apologies again to you for my screw-up. And to ask you to make me your assistant. I also have to tell you, he had given you permission to spank me for the slightest reason. And the belt if I am genuinely tardy."

"Anything else," I had to ask.

"Yes," she shuttered, "Uncle Paul says you can fuck me during coffee and lunch breaks, and you don't have to make me cum if it's too much work for you. I'm," she shuttered, "here for your pleasure."

"Swing," I laugh in Earth English. She never saw Wayne's World and didn't have a clue. I had to take a few breathes to contain my erection. Then I realized, Uncle Paul didn't mind if I did touch myself. I forced Mister Happy back down and got my notes ready for the next meeting.

The double meeting in Charles's office was crowded and we had a lot to cover. We were taking an established Free Zone Show and turning it into something a family audience would like. Ice came up with the idea of instead of special costumes, we should have Colin and Jeff's suits provided by sponsors and free up her department. Graphics department had to come up with old movie posters and images to cover the background and remove all the gratuitous nudity. Music would remain the same, just take out the rude noises and replace the farting solo with an electric guitar solo.

For Marcy and Mike's show we had an excited discussion on what to call it. Marcy and Mike's Sex Show, M&M's Naughty Show, and my favourite the Advanced Sex Education Show. We had to pass that over to Research and Development. Constructing the show would call for an average size studio, as we would need a live audience. Almost every studio had an audience set of stands in their warehouse for lots of reasons. A lecture stand, set walls, and a few up-front desk for audience/interns to sit in would have to be constructed. I could see the Set Director John Scott, an older man from the Middle Kingdom looked rather pissed off and indifferent to the whole thing. This had to be dealt with; so I waited till the end of the meeting.

"John," I asked, "can you hang back and have a talk with Charles and me." He glumly turned and looked at us.

"Look," he sighed, "I'll get your fucking desk done; I have a lot on my desk at the moment."

"You got five people working for you," I snapped back, "assign one of them. What's eating you."

"I don't have to take orders from a little shit like you," he thundered back.

"Hey John," said Charles trying to be the peacekeeper, "he's the Director, you have to work with him."

"Hump," he cursed folding his arms.

"I know what's bugging him," I concluded. "He's pissed off because I'm half Prince Johonass's DNA, and he figures I am his son." I took off the belt to my skirt, kissed it and handed it to him. The skirt dropped to the floor followed by my panties. I pulled my shirt and jacket up high and bent over Charles's desk. "Here get the hate out of you." The room went very quiet, and to tell you the truth I was right scared. That asshole prince made the Middle Kingdom into a hell hole and I guess he had some hate in him too. I finally felt his warm hand caress my bottom.

"You know so little of our home world," he told me. "Turn around and face me." That scared me, maybe he was going to rip my dick off. I looked up into his watery eyes. "For one who has participated in so many Symore ceremonies," he told me, "you forget how we deal such a long dead reconciliation." He cupped my face and kissed me deep on the mouth, before he gave me a long hug. It actually felt good, why didn't more people deal with Johonass that way?

"This is awkward," mumbled Charles as he put his clipboard down across his arousing crotch. John finally let go of me and handed my belt to Charles. 

"I will have a set," he smiled as he headed towards the door, "that will look like an old style Middle Kingdom School, complete with a rack of punishment tools and punishment horse. You see it will look great," he laughed and went out the door.

"Glad that's over with," I smiled as I grabbed a box of tissues and took a few out. "He was getting me very greasy."

"Good," said Charles, "now bend over the desk or I'll use this on you," he smiled showing me my belt. Charles was still the General Manager and took breaks when he wanted it. It wasn't love, just a way to relieve tension. When he finished his business he patted me on the bum and sent me on my way.

I got back to my desk and quickly called Marcy to tell her how the show will have a set ready to go. She already had over a dozen shows worked out and was frustrated with the fifteen minute slot. I assured her that we could when the show got off the ground and expanded we could always reshoot the fifteen minute shows. By the time coffee break came around I was ready to have a coffee and doughnut at my desk while working but Cupcake insisted since it was my first day on the job I had to see the coffee room.

The coffee room was actually the boardroom. Again the lowest Sex-a-terry would have to clean and vacuum the room when finished. Also the lowest Sex-a-terry had to be there in case anybody had any sexual frustration they wanted to deal with. Cupcake later told me she had that duty for over a week but not many takers. Amadeus, well caned ass and all was getting a revenge fuck by Web. 

"I'd rather do Cupcake," admitted Wed, "but the idea of fucking the Boss's personal property bugs me."

"Yea," I agreed as I checked my new hand held computer and saw a memo from Uncle Paul. Cupcake pulled off her panties, hiked up her skirt and laid on the conference table. I got on top of her, pulled up the front of my skirt, stretched the crotch of my panties to one side and mounted her. I showed the readout of my memo to Web.

"Holy fuck," giggled Web as he fucked Amadeus hard and came. "So much to choose from, a sweet young thing or this soft pillow." He gasped and came deep inside him. A warm hand cupped both Web's and my bottom.

"You two children having fun," asked Scott.

"Just screwing my Sex-a-terry Mister Scott," I said quickly as I pulled up my panties. Cupcake looked disappointed, but she wasn't a client.

"Fucking low sex-a-terry on the board," said Web as he quickly pulled out. "He is at your pleasure, or myself sir."

"Nice,' smiled Scott as he stroked Web's face. "Any marks on your bum?"

"No sir," confessed Web.

"Good," concluded Scott, "get me two chocolate doughnuts, that small pot of coffee with my name on it, and come to my office."

"Yes sir," stammered Web as he picked up a plate of doughnuts and the pot of coffee as he rushed after the director.

"I think we better move back to the cubical," I told Cupcake as I got off her.

"Oh don't let us stop you," laughed Alace as, Julia, and Coco who were watching from the doorway finally sauntered in. "You still have that little thing," she reached under my skirt and felt my cock.

"Television Directors are a credit for ten in this business," added Julia as her hand stroked and pinched a welt on my ass.

"Did you really cum in Cupcake's cunt," asked Coco as she pushed her back on the table and shoved two fingers into her. Several other staff members were filtering in some watching others trying not to. Coco tasted her fingers, "hum," she commented, "salty. Is that what Earth Humans taste like?"

"You can ask Dianna," I told them, as I reached for a doughnut.

"I think we need a more detailed inspection," Julia told me as both she and Alace pushed me back on the table between Amadeus and Cupcake. Both women started working on my cock and pumping me to another orgasm.

"Oh wow," I gasped looking left then right. "Does this sort of thing happen often?"

"Three times a day," gasped Cupcake as her blouse was unbuttoned and her tits exposed.

"Four if the staff is working late," groaned Amadeus as his anus was fucked again.

Surprisingly within a couple weeks the whole thing seemed mundane. The two TV shows I was involved with evolved. I missed morning coffee breaks as I was finishing a quick language study of Heredshe Common. The more I learned about Heredshe, especially through the language study I had to learn more than just the official history. It was time to dig for more information.

"Coalition StarForce Directory Information," said a pleasant image of a woman in uniform on my video conference phone, "how may I help you?"

"Yes I'm trying to contact an acquaintance I met at a bar," I told her, "a Fanta Heart. She's a Lieutenant Commander or some sort, Ancient Woman in charge of a courier ship I believe. Stays at the Hendercott from what she told me."

"And this matter is pertaining to," asked the Receptionist.

"Well it is rather personal," I said in Heredshe common, "if you know what I mean."

"You may place one message," the woman continued is Coalition Common, "if she wishes to return your call, she will and leave you a return code. If not, I strongly suggest you check in at the nearest medical clinic."

The picture on the TV screen switched to a picture of Fanta Heart and a voice-over. "I'm not right now, so please leave a message. And if you seem interesting enough I'll call back."

"Hi Fanta," I smiled at the camera, "it's me Al Pontiac Jones, a friend of a mutual friend Jane Speedwell. I know we're not supposed to be in communications and while it would be nice I'm concentrating more on work. Do you do any trips to Heredshe? I'm working as a consultant on Heredshe culture because I have such," I cleared my throat, "intimate knowledge of Heredshe women. All the stuff I find is too pat, too official, can we meet and talk about the place, please. You can contact me through my office, all official, no," this was difficult, "nothing funny okay?"

Once I had a full grasp of Heredshe Common Uncle Paul showed me the show I was now consulting on. It was an exact copy of Dianna's show but now takes place on Heredshe. The roles were slightly reversed. A strong older woman ran both versions of the household but now things were different. Instead of a female cook and Maid, they had two Heredshe men. This gave me meat to work with, as it was my job to make the show more relevant to the general Free Zone Heredshe population.

Meanwhile I find my work for the TV station and servicing my owners came into slight conflict. Thursday's servicing of Dianna's highly sexed needs from being punished live on camera still claimed my time. Master Charles would check in on me to "confer" with him almost every other day. Also evening was starting to eat into my time. It seems the same sets for Dianna's show were used at night to shoot the Heredshe show use. Evening now found me reading while waiting for my owners to make use of me.

Two days later, I was at my desk when the phone rang. "Mister Jones's office," answered cupcake quickly. "Incoming video message for you sir," she told me. 

"Pontiac Jones here," I smiled at the TV monitor/camera.

"Mister Jones," Fanta Heart smiled back at me, "I'm surprised your owners would let you seek me out."

"Well this is classified as doing work research," I told her seriously, "besides I'm not your type; sort'ah." I added the last bit in Earth English since that was the best I could do.

"We'll explore that some other time," Fanta politely smiled back. "What are you looking for?"

"I want some uncensored information on Heredshe," I explained seriously, "do you have some confidential information on the Heredshe. What is their real history, their culture, okay I know what they are like when not at home. If you understand my meaning."

"Well yes," chuckled Fanta, "you know how they have sexual intercourse, and relax, but not what their cities are really like."

"You got it."

"Okay," she scratched her chin and sat back. I felt a little hunched over too so I sat back. "I have to make a run their in two days," she continued as she looked at an off-camera computer. "So three days later, back here. Can we get together for coffee at the Starport the Jail-bird Longue, next Sunday, at say two in the afternoon local time, they serve some nice snacks how's that sound?"

"I may have an escort," I ventured; I wasn't sure how my owners would react to that. I had to cover my bases. "We just friends right?"

"Sure thing," she smiled, "we'll play it as we see it," she concluded and switched off.

"She your girlfriend," Cupcake had to ask me.

"She's just a friend," I dismissed her statement. "I do meet people when not in the Boom-boom Room. "Don't you find spacemen fascinating?"

"No," she pouted.

"Well I do," I snapped back, but in the back of my mind Cupcake worried me. I had a sneaking suspicion she had some designs on me. Children can be so foolish.

Later that evening I had a chance to talk candidly with Charles and Dianna. We were lying in bed together after having a tension relieving three-way. Both Charles and Dianna would talk about mundane things before drifting off so I felt I could talk too. 

"Master, Mistress," I asked.

"What Al," sighed Dianna.

"Next Sunday I need a few hours to meet with a friend," I asked.

"Who is this friend," asked Charles.

"Lieutenant Commander Fanta Heart," I explained, "I met her a while ago. We're friends, I figure she can get me some uncensored information on Heredshe. She goes to the system on a regular basis, her ship is a StarForce Courier Ship. I figure I might be able to update the House of the Thunders Heredshe edition."

"Okay," said Charles. Then with a wicked smile, "we'll put him in that new cock-n-balls chastity unit. And an escort." 

"Master I would not even consider doing anything you would not approve of," I assured him.

"Like the way you fuck Cupcake whenever you can," he told me.

"I have a memo from Uncle Paul," I told him. "Great way to get rid of work stress. I feel very productive. Why do you ask Master?"

"Just don't be too exclusive with her;" warned Charles, "she might consider you her property."

"But I belong to you two Master," I explained.

"We've seen this happen before," warned Dianna. "Go fuck another intern. Or do you want us to lock you up?"

"No Mistress," I said quickly. It was nice being free to touch myself. "I mean, there is no need to do that to me Mistress."

"I think somebody needs to be reminded of his place in life," Charles half chuckled and groaned as he pulled me across his lap.

He gave me a spanking, it was loud and made me horny. He got aroused too and had me give him an almost chocking blow-job. He enjoyed himself as I struggled for air and swallowed his cum. When he finished he pushed me off the bed.




Slave Immigrant Ch. 26



"Mandy," he ordered my Android. "Take him outside and whip his ass till he cries. Then gage him, diaper him, and have him sleep on the matt in the bathroom. An oh yes restrain his hand, he's not allowed to touch himself."

"Yes Master Charles," Mandy nodded as it picked me up and took me away.

Mandy used a leather flogger on my ass, thighs, back and feet. It was merciless and had me blubbering. It took me to the bathroom and the adult diaper changing table which hasn't been used in a month folded out of the wall. My sore ass was powdered, balls and cock. The adult sized diaper which after so much non use suddenly felt like a large pad between my legs was shoved. The almost oversized thick padding to soak up my pee, heavy sent to cover if I shit, and finally plastic pants. Mandy then put on a set of slave shackles on me. A neck ring leading to two eighteen inch wrist cuffs. I could move my hands just not touch myself. A penis gage was shove in my mouth and I was pushed to the floor mat. Then the lights went out.

I sobbed a bit, who wouldn't. There was a box of tissues near me so I blew my nose and tried to get some sleep. I curled on my side in a fetal position and tried to go to sleep.

The lights went on. I don't know how long I slept, but the lights went on. Dianna's naked feet stood in the door way and it was dark outside.

"Out of my way slave," she cursed and prodded me aside. She lifted the toilet seat then looked at me. "Oh that back looks sore," she commented, "did Mandy punish you well?" Being gagged I could only nod my head. "Come over here and turn around," she ordered. I felt her hand reach under my diaper and feel my sore ass. "We still let you cum if you wet yourself," she chuckled in my ear. "On your knees, back straight," she ordered.

She went to the storage cupboard and took out a curious funnel that I knew was there but didn't dare to ask what for. It was about two feet long and had a half circle cup about eight inches wide. The long stem of the funnel went down my back and between my butt cheeks. She then leaned against the cup and suddenly I could feel her hot urine trickle then flood between my ass cheeks. I never agreed to be peed on, but this was suddenly erotic, I got very hard. She unstrapped the penis gage and took it off.

"That feels good," she sighed. "Now clean my cunt." 

Awkwardly I turned around and then licked clean her vagina. I loved Dianna but sometimes wish casting would let her have a hairy cunt like a Mistress. Female pubic hair was so arousing. She had a vagina like a naked whore, it was so well fucked, and I had to clean it. Even though Charles and I had fucked her earlier I could still taste both seamen inside her. 

"I see you are making use of my pee funnel," Master Charles chuckled as he entered the bathroom. "So many people needing a midnight pee," he added as he took the funnel out of the back of my diaper. "Turn around," he ordered. I stopped eating Mistress Dianna's cunt and turned to look up at him. "Hold it steady," he ordered as the funnel tip went into the front of my diaper and rested on my balls. He then pee'd and for a moment I thought he would pee in my face but didn't. I felt the warm urine trickle around my balls and I felt very wet and humiliated.

"Charles," smiled Dianna as she moved next to him with both facing me. "Don't we reward our little diaper boy when he wets his diaper?"

"It's a part of training," he smiled down at me. "We let him masturbate. With your left hand hold you cock Al." I reached into my diaper. "No," he countered, "outside the diaper feel your cock." I did as he told me, I was getting hard. "Now rub your ass with your left hand," he added. I felt the warm piss rub my cock and ass. I hated myself, I was getting aroused at their command.

"Do you like what you are doing," asked Dianna.

"No," I sobbed truthfully.

"Then stop," she ordered and sat on the toilet spreading her legs. "Now give me proper head." I turned around and leaned forward to lick her cunt. "Charles," she ordered, "fuck him long and hard, stimulate him inside and make him cum."

"As you command Mistress," I could hear him smugly say behind me as he took the wet diaper off me. My slave bracelets let me brace myself against Mistress Dianna as I was fucked hard while pleasuring her. As Charles's cock touched my inner clitoris I found myself on the verge of coming.

"Mistress may I cum," I asked her.

"Yes," she moaned, "cum on the floor. Charles make sure of that.

"Yes Mistress," he groaned as he reached under me and made sure nothing came between my cum spurts and the floor.

"You may cum," she told me. My cock bounced away and came spiriting tablespoon after tablespoon full of cum on the floor. The floor was very clean, so I knew I would soon be licking my mess up.

"Charles," she ordered.

"Yes Mistress."

"Did you cum yet?"

"Almost there," he told her as his thrust became more violent.

"Stop!"

"Yes Mistress," he gasped and stopped. I could feel his cock almost wanting to move and fuck me more.

"Now crawl under the slave and lick up his cum," she ordered. "You've been having your own way, way too often."

"Yes Mistress," he groaned and he crawled under me and loudly slurped up my mess.

"I should order Mandy to diaper both your naughty boys," Dianna said after she had a shuttering multiple orgasm. "But I'll be generous, Mandy whip Charles till he cries, or at least as red and sore as Al. They can both go sleep in the slave bunk-beds. Charles on the top bunk since he likes being on top. Al do you need to go to the bathroom?"

"I was trying to hold till the morning," I confessed, "but yes I do."

As Charles was taken to the punishment horse and got his whipping Dianna held my cock and ordered me to pee into the toilet. It was an odd moment, she was tender and yet very dominating. She was in control; my most basic needs was hers to command.

Well that evening's punishment did not go un-noticed. Dianna chose my clothes for work and I wore baby blue Thursday panties that showed off what redness not covered, and a short skirt made sure that my slightest bending would show me off. This did get Uncle Paul's attention at the morning office meeting.

"Mister Jones," Uncle Paul had to say, "you are showing off a bit too much thigh and cheek today. You get some sort of discipline that deserves to be shared today?"

"No Uncle Paul," I said as I sat down, "just a little domestic thing at home nothing to worry about."

"Then why are you wearing such a short skirt," he demanded.

"I didn't choose to wear a short skirt sir," I corrected myself. "I mean Uncle Paul. Dianna chose my clothes today."

"And why did she choose such a short skirt?"

"Because," then it hit me, "she wanted you to question me and bring out why she had me punished."

"And why is that?"

"She felt I was fucking Cupcake too much," I answered honestly.

"Bend over the desk," Uncle Paul ordered. I bent over know what would happen next; because by bending my skirt lifted enough to expose my lower spank-spot. The boss's cane landed with a hard Thwack! "Now Dianne Murphy may choose your clothing that you can wear to work; but when you are inside the officer this is my domain." The cane landed again and I jerked trying to stay still. "So after this meeting I want you to take your body-guard and go to Sanderd's Men's Store and buy yourself some extra skirts of a moderate business lengths." The cane landed again. "I don't want clients seeing sexual activity inside this office. That's why fucking is restricted behind closed doors and red bottoms are covered." The can landed again. "I also strongly suggest you purchase a variety of colours and keep them in your locker." The cane landed again. "Charles," he told my Master, "issue him a locker to keep spare skirts and at least two respectable business suits, shirts and ties," he added to me as the cane landed again and again. "Now sit down," he ordered me. "You can go cry in the Men's Room after the meeting. Mister Chalmers has a new series of show proposals and you are involved Mister Jones."

"Thank you Uncle Paul," smiled the older Producer. "As you all know we will be celebrating Year's End in eight weeks. A time when most businesses settle accounts and we of Free Skyes celebrate Earth's version of the Holidays. You are familiar with this season correct Mister Jones."

"My favourite time of the year," I said biting back the pain and trying to appear calm. "Santa Clause, family get-togethers, a so-called time of peace and reflection."

"Also a time of buying presents and parties," he added. "Would you believe that your Charles Dickens has transcended to Free Skyes and we have over two dozen versions of A Year's End Ghost Story?"

"Really," I had to laugh, "that sounds interesting."

"We also have our own legends of the man in the red suit, as well as Yule, and the Long Winter Night," he added. "I've got enough Year's End Specials so that we can declare a hiatus for all departments. Anybody with time off coming can use that time. However all we have to do is a little introduction show, that's where you come in Mister Jones. We want you to introduce the shows."

"I'm not much of a personality," I pointed out.

"You're recognizable enough."

"Do I have to sing, dance, what?"

"We'll send you a script."

"Costumes," I asked.

"We don't think that will be necessary," he sighed looking at Uncle Paul questioningly. "Just show up in your nice conservative suit that's all."

"Okay," I nodded, "we agree in principal. But I want my Manager to handle the details. I will want the suits be up to the highest bidder for sponsorship, to which I get a good cut on, and be able to keep the suits."

"He has a Manager," Mister Chalmers asked Uncle Paul.

"It gets better," smiled Uncle Paul.

"Santa Clause," I added, "or the man in the red suit, is reputed for finding out who's Naughty or Nice. In some cases that's been changed to BDSM. So will I be,.... punished?"

"Well," Mister Chalmers seemed uncomfortable, "we were thinking of having you getting caned while introducing a commercial."

"Yea I hate annoying announcers too," I laughed. "Okay my Manager will want to have the supplier of spanking implements up for sponsorship too. Will there be anything else? Drinks, food?"

"We haven't considered it yet," he sighed as Uncle Paul chuckled.

"Well what is Christmas without eggnog," I had to add in Earth English. "Do we have a Free Skyes or Middle Kingdom version of Eggnog?"

"He's got a good point," smiled Uncle Paul, "Karl," he nodded to Mister Chalmers, "pass these suggestions on to your crew. Also I understand we're having a dry run of the Colin and Jeff Show tomorrow right Al."

"Yes sir," I nodded, "and we also will be checking out the Sex Ed show too."

"Good," nodded Uncle Paul, he then got up, "that'll be all."

I went to the Men's Room and tried to shake off the punishment. Master Charles came in and gave my sore bottom a little sting lotion then showed me my locker. It was a tucked away locker that looked more like a wood panel to which my touch opened a hidden door.

"You're a Junior Executive now Al," he told me. "There is a body-guard waiting for you in the lobby now get out of here, and be back by coffee break." His hand wandered under my panties and felt my asshole. "I'll be needing you by then."



Slave Immigrant Ch. 27



After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. I guess Human Recourses had figured out pretty good. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websites were tracked alright, but not by Homeland Security. I was a 24/7 Bonded Sex Slave with a 5 million credit debt to pay off. Worse still I didn't have any say on how or what I would be doing, I wasn't a citizen. After taking a Citizenship Test all that changed.

I was moving up the corporate ladder as fast as that guy in the Musical, How to Succeed in Business Without Even Trying. Okay that guy weaseled his way up the ladder and if it were done today he would seduce, lie, and fuck his way to the top. All the same television rewards for intelligence, ah true there are some internal politics, but Uncle Paul is the most intelligent guy I ever met. By the time I got to Sanderd's Men's Store the store manager was already waiting for me.

He measured me out, and had a couple suits, extra skirts that would hide a swelling sore bottom and still look fashionable. He even showed me others that were skin tight, but I had how to walk in a skirt down and looked good in them so I bought a couple. Also several new shirts, ties, panties, stockings, and lower heeled shoes. When it came to the bill then the negotiations. Uncle Paul mentioned the Xmas Show and sponsorship. I took notes, insisted on paying them and then called my Manager. 

Anthony loved the long list of things I gave him to do. I warned him not to squeeze too hard, but I knew he was working for me. So what might have been a small ten minute introduction will now have a load of goodies and sponsors.

I got back to work wearing a knee length pleated skirt just in time for 9AM coffee break. Charles took great delight in taking me into his private office, bending me over his desk, lifting the skirt, lowering my panties, before he made love to me. I was almost swept away with the moment but managed to grab a couple tissues to hold on to the end of my penis before he made me cum on my new skirt.

"What are you doing," he growled into my ear.

"Trying not to get my cum on my new skirt," I told him as I wiped up. "You could just take my skirt off me," I added.

"No," he said as he pulled back, but kept his cock in me. I could feel his fingers on my welts. "You heal fast," he smiled as he started fucking me again. "Right now Dianna is doing her script read," he recited, "she'll find out how hard she will be punished live and on camera. It makes her so hot."

"How can she got excited over all this," I gasped as I could feel his balls bouncing against me.

"The fact that's it's all live," he explained, "people in their homes seeing it."

"Heck," I gasped feeling my inner G-spot get stimulated, "why not just have a live audience?"

"Logistics," he sighed cumming again. "We don't have the space."

"Oh," I sighed, "I didn't cum."

"Tough," he snapped, "she will want to fuck you soon enough. Now go get cleaned up and get ready for her.

* * *

The small interview studio now became the set for the Colin and Jeff Show. We didn't have Colin and Jeff there because they had commitments to their old station and sponsors so we used stage-hands dressed as Colin and Jeff. Well the stage-hands got carried away and one wore a tacky gorilla costume from a costume rental store. It was a good laugh, but we had to get to work. Without all the sexual special effects, chorus girls, and splash a reserve G-rated show was easy to do. Just to make things different, I had the switcher operator take over my position and move the entire crew around including having interns run the equipment. I then sat down and played Colin.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen," I said formally to the camera. "Here in Central City I have just been to a performance of the mighty Central River System. To those detractors who say, 'that river don't do nothin, don't say nothing, but just keeps rolling along. Are making an unfair criticism, I mean what can you expect from a river?" Okay I was quoting Allen Souses from the Laugh-in Show but it was still a funny joke.

I know in the ultra clean environment makes getting sick impossible but it is best to be prepared. After that I had to go the Mistress Dianna's dress-room and await her pleasure. I helped her with her lines and motivation when necessary.

Since I was by then a Junior-Executive I was able to move out of the Dressing-room and watch the scene unfold from off-stage. The show was to go live, but I had a nagging feeling behind me. 'How do people actually know this is a live performance?' Not even the various news agencies cover the event of Grace Celtic getting her weekly whipping. The ratings we good, but could be better. I silently slipped back to the dressing room and took out my hand held computer.

"Memo," I said into the machine, "how does the public really know we are shooting a live performance? I know the show is a drama, but, is it possible to shoot before a live audience? Copy memo to Uncle Paul and all department heads please."

"Confirm," the computer replied.

"This is crazy," Coco called back to me. "Do all you Earthmen have conspiracy theories on your mind?"

"Just because you saw it on television, or on the TV News last year doesn't mean its true."

"Never thought of that."

"Why not have a live fixed camera shooting inside the studio 24/7," Amadeus asked over the line.

"How did you get this memo," I asked.

"I have to clean Uncle's office," he groaned.

"Okay," I said back to him. "I'll address a copy of the memo to you Amadeus and you can make your suggestion back."

"Oh," he groaned, "I don't know."

"Ahh grow some balls kid," I snapped back. "That is a good idea. Back home on Earth some studio's have big window's that open to the street and people walk by and look in. Now start talking to your machine, or, or, I'll paddle you and Dom you myself every chance I can get. And I don't like cubby guys but I'll wallop the fat out of your ass."

"Yes sir," he grumbled.

"Hehe," chuckled Coco, "well at least his cock is bigger than yours. Too bad he doesn't know how to use it."

"How do you know," I asked her.

"Coffee break back when you were off taking Heredshe Language Lessons," she giggled. "I finally had to rape him. I know he's not gay, just timid."

"I see," I nodded, "okay talk at ya later." I switched the unit off and clicked it to phone service and called Marcy. "Got a moment for an idea Marcy."

"Always for your Mister Director," she laughed back. "I'm looking over my old Imperial Courtesan Uniform, I might just wear it on the show."

"Interesting," that made me curious, but I had a different idea. "What would you say to taking on a timid boy for some advanced lessons? Say a short segments we can put together for a longer format, but in a sense you take him as a sub and train him to be a man."

"Sounds interesting," she nodded, "who's the pigeon?"

"Amadeus Paul," I told her, "the boss's Nephew, you may remember him the chubby intern/sex-a-terry?"

"Ahh the weaselly timid one," she said as a wicked smile played across her face. "Dominating him would be fun. I haven't made a man out of a boy in a very long time. And you want this all on camera?"

"Call it Advanced Sex Education 202."

"We can start recording tomorrow during Rehearsals," she concluded.

The next day I was sitting pretty uneasy. Dianna was especially hard on both Charles and myself the previous evening. She was so horny once we were three subway stops away from the Ringo Complex she ordered the two of us to strip naked. She gave us both a dozen swats with Charles's pants belt and while he held our clothes she had me make love to her right in the subway car while others paid little notice.

*

This was after all the Free Section of the City. Sex, spankings, and everything except defecating happenes in the Subway. Once inside the apartment the sex went in earnest. Again it was their favourite position, my small cock inside Dianna and Charles's huge cock up my ass. The two of them sucked face while I was used as a living surrogate. Even when Charles tired and pulled out of me while still kissing Dianna he amused himself by spanking my ass into fucking her. Even long hard hand spankings will raise bruises.

The next morning when we got back to work I had to switch into a black pleated skirt to cover my sore ass and match the loud blue sports coat she had me wear. The mini-skirt and thong panties that Dianna picked out for me to wear to work were back in my locker. The pale blue stocking and royal blue sued high heels were not too bad. I walked about the set and looked up at the audience bleachers, it was a good set. We had six cameras including a sky-camera for good overhead shots. It annoyed me that the set was not transportable; the big studio would be great for showing Dianna's show live. "Well." Said a voice interrupting my train of thought, "how do we look, "asked Mike as he and Marcy stepped on to the set; both in Imperial Courtesan Outfits. Marcy wore a fairing red and white floor length dress, a uniform jacket with some medals that were probably not decorations because they did not match what Mike was wearing on his jacket.

"Well." Said a voice interrupting my train of thought, "how do we look, "asked Mike as he and Marcy stepped on to the set; both in Imperial Courtesan Outfits. Marcy wore a fairing red and white floor length dress, a uniform jacket with some medals that were probably not decorations because they did not match what Mike was wearing on his jacket.

"Very nice," I commented as I looked through a portable camera eye, "the TV will like this. But how can you guys be ready for sex in such outfits?" In a dazzling spin, Marcy's dress/skirt came off in a flourish revealing high stocking, garter belt, and a glistening shaved pussy. Mike's pants came off faster than a Chip-n-Dale Dancer showing his calf high boots and no underwear. His cock was glistening and hard. 

"You look ready to drop to your knees." Mike laughed at me.

"But I'm not," I told him, then to the crew, "okay man your cameras and get to position number one. Where's the Announcer."

"Not in," called a voice from above. It was my Switcher from his position in the studio control room.

"I'm tired of that Prim donna," called Uncle Paul, "if you can announce our Xmas show you can do this too."

"Okay," I sighed, "are our willing volunteer Interns ready?"

"We sure are," called Wes.

"I don't know," whined Amadeus.

"Come out here young man," Marcy demanded. Amadeus timidly came on stage still dressed as a Sex-a-terry in a conservative grey business suit, skirt, black stocking and two inch heels. She pulled out a couple chairs and ordered him to sit down. I quickly typed on my hand held computer for camera's to keep taping.

"Are you afraid of women," she asked him point blank.

"Oh no ma'am," he stammered, "well,...." he was at a loss of words.

"Do you want to be with a woman?"

"Well yea," he agreed, "it's just," he looked about.

"Don't look at them look at me," she told him as she undid her jacket revealing her filmy white blouse and magnificent breast. Well she had him looking at her.

"What do you have to offer me," she continued.

"I have some cash flow," he stammered.

"I don't need cash," she told him, "what else do you have?"

"Ahh connections."

"Your Uncle is Uncle Paul, so what, I've fucked over half the Media Mogols in Central City. What else can you do?"

"I can, .... clean your office."

"What about my whole house?"

"That too."

"Can you cook?"

"Not much, just follow the pre-packaged directions. But I can learn."

"What else can you do," he jacket was opened and she split her legs apart.

"Oh, I guess, people like, ... spanking me, it happens often enough during breaks."

"Really," she smiled sitting up and putting her knees together. "I like spanking young men. Let me see your ass." Mesmerised by Marcy's charm Amadeus stood up bent over and pulled up his skirt showing her his bum.

"See," he said sadly. His bottom was red from a lunch room spanking.

"Not too well," sighed Marcy, "take off that Heredshe skirt, in fact, take everything off."

"Everything," he asked looking about.

"A real man is confident about himself," she told him. "You should be proud of your body. Now take your clothes off. I want to really see you for the man you are."

Somehow she had hypnotized him because Amadeus slowly and timidly took off all his clothing before her. Part of me wanted good camera angles. Another part of me was wondering what Uncle Paul was thinking.

"Nice," she said feeling his sore bottom and stroking the curve of it. "Sparse hair growth," she commented feeling his balls. "Now lean on the chair and bend over I want to really examine you." Amadeus complied and she spread his ass cheeks and gave his rectum a good look. Discreetly another camera moved to see what she was looking at. "It seems you've been buggered a few times," she commented. Then stuck a finger into him and tasted it. "This may not be too sanitary, but it just lets me know Mister Jones did not have an orgasm in your butt it was a Free Skyes man or two. Did you enjoy being buggered?"

"No," said Amadeus.

"No Mistress," I had to say.

"No Mistress," he repeated quickly.

Mistress Marcy gave me a dirty look and Master Mike from out of nowhere was behind me with a hard stick of some sort which went through the pleats of my skirt to my ass. I kept my mouth shut. Marcy then turned to Amadeus.

"Go to that spot over there," she pointed to a fake corner on the set, "you can wait for whatever happens next." Then to me, "Mister Announcer any more unwanted interruptions and you'll be next to get the cane."

"Well this is a nice start," said Uncle Paul from upstairs, "now can we do a walk-through?"

Well the walk-through went smoothly enough and about half way through our Ex-Announcer Bech Carpenter a noted nightclub singer; showed up to suddenly put on a tantrum that he was the most important there. Marcy of all people recognized him and called him forward in front of all of us. What happened next was astounding, it seemed he is a client of hers. A few quick negotiation and a lot of cane swinging Mister Carpenter stood behind the podium with nothing on from the waist down doing his job to my great relief.

So with all the targets in a row to take care of on Monday I settled into a rather quiet weekend. Dianna took Charles and I shopping on Saturday and that evening supper and a movie. Sunday started easy enough. I put Charles and Dianna through their slave paces and even had them bathe me before I headed off for my date with Fanta Heart.

Unfortunately Dianna did not trust Lieutenant-Commander Fanta Heart not to take advantage of me. I was locked in chastity, heavy steel with a plug up my ass to remind me I had a GPS system on me. My body-guard was a relatively new fellow who got stuck working a Sunday and had to follow me about. Before we left there was a three-way discussion as to whether or not I should give Fanta a bouquet of flowers. It seemed somewhere Dianna saw a commercial about flowers and dating Ancients and she felt it appropriate. Charles and I countered since flowers were more for a relationship. So the matter dropped.

Surprisingly there was plenty of activity at the spaceport. I guess the fleet was in and everybody wanted out of the place as we tried to get into the complex. A courier carrying a bundle of what looked like orchids literally ran into me crushing the flowers and a cloud of pollen dust burst out.

I guess Ancient DNA is not a cracked up as it is suppose to be because my eyes got watery and I sneezed. For a crowded place people moved away from me as if not wanting to get involved. The Courier turned white and ran off into the crowd.

"Hey you left your flowers," I called after him as I picked the crushed white orchids up. They smelled rather odd to me. "Fuck I cursed," they made my eyes water. I struggled about and found an empty waist can to toss them into.

"I should call EMS," my Guard quickly told me as he fumbled for his communicator on his multi-pouched belt.

"Oh forget it," I told him as I blinked my eyes. "Just a pollen allergy or some sort. Let's go I don't want to miss this appointment."

"Are you sure you are okay sir," he asked again as I sneezed into my elbow.

"Now this is weird," I said before another loud sneeze. I didn't notice it, but people were shying away from us even more. "I think I bumped into somebody who has a cold or something." I staggered along the walk a few paces and felt cold. "Is it getting cold out here," I asked my guard.

"Sir please just sit down," he told me.

"On the ground in this nice suit," I told him. "Okay maybe we should go to a Medical Clinic."

"I'm calling EMS they'll have an ambulance right over."

"Oh fuck the Ambulance," I half coughed. Then a coughing fit really came on as I staggered to a park bench. I was about to spit out when a pocket pouch of tissues fell beside me. Well at least the kid found his supply of tissue. I spat a hunk of phlegm into the tissue. There was no blood but it had an odd orange colour to it. "Where is the clinic," I asked through watery eyes. 

Suddenly a guy in a powder blue haz-mat suit repelled down a rope and stuck me with a rod of some sort. It shocked me and knocked me to the ground. My guard tried to pull him off me.

"He's sixty-two point eight percent Ancient," my Guard yelled, "and he's a VIP!" 

Somehow I got to my feet and staggered away from the two fighters. I turned and saw a hovercar of some sort float down towards me. In the door hung another guy with a haz-mat suit on point a cannon like thing at me. It was like in the movie The Running Man, and they fired this net thing at Arnold Schwarzenegger tying him up. Well it wasn't so nice on me and I was tossed to the ground. Two other guys in haz-mat suits ran forward.

"It's okay," one called, "we're here to help you." He then gave me a shot with something and it hurt.

*

"Al," called a voice, "can you hear me?"

"Sure," I gasped as I came to and suddenly just ached all over. I was floating in a vat of jello and my hands and feet were restrained. I could feel something around my hips but couldn't see what it was. Breathing and talking was difficult. "What happened?"

Prince Otto's face floated into my field of vision, "you've been a Naughty Boy again," he told me.

"Oh shit," I cursed in English, then Heredshe, Free Skyes Common and finally Coalition Common.

"Now that's not a nice thing to say to your Governor," he said down to me in Coalition Common. "Did you look at the bundle of flowers?"

"Orchids of some sort," I coughed. I could hear something that sounded like a respirator. "What happened?"

"Do you know what a Death Orchid is," he asked.

"Yea," I said, "it's that white orchid people put on your chest in the old days when you are dead before they burry you."

"The Death Orchid comes from Green Gem, a flower that is pure death to most Ancients and Coalition humans. For some reason your Earth Human DNA fought back and kept you alive long enough for us to get you here."

"Was that courier trying to kill me?"

"You didn't see the card," he told me showing me a card. "Dianna, I still rule, give her the flowers." He shrugged, "Dianna didn't make the call, it was a set-up they wanted you to kill Fanta Heart."

"Holy shit," I curse in Earth English. Then in Coalition Basic, "is Fanta okay?"

"She's fine," Prince Otto smiled down on me. "But you getting sick in public is very public, two news camera robots were following you. People are demanding answers, big mouthed idiots are spouting conspiracy theories, we have to present a bad guy to be punished."




Slave Immigrant Ch. 27



"He did break the law," growled a voice behind him.

"My Minister of Justice is correct," he added, "you did break the law."

"What law," I gasped, "how did I break the law."

"Remember your citizenship test," he said solemnly, "the minute you feel an illness coming on you must contact EMS. Your bodyguard repeatedly told you to contact them and what did you say."

Flashback: "Oh fuck the Ambulance," I half coughed. Oh crap, I'm in the shit-hole now. "So what do I do now," I had to ask. "And what's with this place?"

"Your Earth DNA fought the poison, and the poison fought back," he concluded. "You now have a very contagious virus inside you. We are going to have to run test, cure you, and make sure you are not a carrier of the disease. So it will be about two weeks."

"Two weeks floating in Jello?"

"Jello," asked the Minister. Prince Otto on the other hand doubled over with laugher and the doctors who were in haz-sat, (hazardous environment,) suit ran to check him. The Prince waved them off.

"Ahh no," said the Prince as he contained his laughing fit, "only a day or two. Look we'll be back when they take you out of the Jello and this curious diaper," he added holding up what looked like a vacuumed tube. An odd face-mask was place over my face and the world went blank, however I could still hear the Prince and his Minister talking to each other.

"Sir," snapped the Minister, "we have to brand him a 'Silly Slave' he will have to be publically punished and he must agree to keep up the charade that this is an isolated incident while we track down this terrorist cell."

"He'll do that and more," Prince Otto calmed him. "Besides technically he's my Eighth Cousin, he knows his duty."

Eighth Cousin?!?

*

"Well," snapped Uncle Paul as he looked down at me through a clear window. Behind him was Cupcake, Mistress Dianna, Master Charles, and even Amadeus Paul was there too. "EXPLAIN," he demanded.

"Opps," I sighed. I was sitting in a wheel-chair, I-V tube in my arm, a clear diaper with a catheter in my penis and I could feel one up my ass. They gave me nothing to wear except for my bonded slave collar. "I," I paused, "I bumped into some courier guy and crushed his flowers."

"You idiot," he cursed back at me. "Don't you know how to walk through a crowd. I can't afford to have a limo take you about the city! They say you are going to be tied up in this hospital for another two weeks."

"I'm sorry," I said automatically as I tried to think of an explanation.

"The patient is tiring," boomed a voice from above.

"I just woke up," I snapped back. Uncle Paul shrugged and walked away.

"Al," said Dianna as she and Charles move to the window, "you have to get better, Mandy shut down and well, we're a mess without you."

"I talked to your Manager," added Charles, "we got you a lawyer and we should get you off with just a small fine. No problems." The two moved away.

"Hey Al," smiled Amadeus, "I just moved in with Marcy." He opened his shirt collar and showed off a metal collar. "I'm her new slave, and they made me a Switcher Operator for your shows. Ouch," Cupcake swatted him on the ass moving him away from the window.

"Hey Mister Jones," she giggled, "I'm getting lessons from Mister Mike. Uncle Paul has me work as his personal aid when he's in the studio. The Sex Ed show is now a half hour long and come the new year we will be on the air. You're the Executive Producer. You'll get paid even if you are not there." She quickly moved aside as Uncle Paul stepped in front of the window.

"You're starting to cheese me off," he snapped back. "When this is all over," he warned, "I just might have to take you to my bedroom. And you will get the cane when you get back to the office," he added.

"Visitation over."

The window went dark and somebody wheeled me away from the window. "Now that was easy," said a doctor in a Haz-mat suit. "Your friends are very impatient, the drugs would have worn off if they waited."

"They have time schedules," I mumbled as he helped me on to my bed. The tubes up my ass and cock were connected to a machine on the floor. "Is all this necessary?"

"Oh very," said Prince Otto as he strode about the room. The Prince was wearing a powder blue uniform with medical insignia and not a Haz-mat suit.

"You immune to me," I asked.

"No," he smiles as he touched the table and a flair of energy flashed and surrounded him for a moment. "I have a talent for generating my own personal energy field. So no germs can get in. I can hold this for fifteen minutes. So let's talk. Being ex-military even a Reservist you know the importance of secrets, so we can be honest with each other."

"Yes sir," I nodded.

"You obviously broke the law in not calling EMS or an ambulance, so I guess we're going to go with that. The re-action to the exotic flowers, we can sum that up to Earth DNA, we can hide that too. As for the courier, well, he was found dead in a trash compactor. The people who killed him died of a drug-overdose, which lead us to a drug-house that caught fire in the raid on the place. All not connected, we'll hide the files for about five years. Anybody who accuses you of a cover-up, well you can point to the whipping you publicly got and ask to cover that up."

"Public whipping," I asked.

"We'll be lenient on the fine."

"Fine!"

"Ten percent of the use of the hospital and research facilities. This is a totally new virus we are dealing with here. So I turn it into a research paper, and test how fast we can deal with a new disease. Interestingly enough you are sixty-two point eight percent Ancient. Many of the Bonded Earthmen are below forty percent. So as you can see we are breaking new ground here."

"Then you should be thanking me, for all this research not fining me."

"We can't tell the public about all this testing," explained Prince Otto, "all they want is that you were cured and the disease will no longer spread. They find out we're testing and the next thing you know somebody accuses us of cultivating a biogenic weapon."

"Are you?"

"We don't," he told me flatly, "we don't fight that way simple. Now, let's talk about Fanta, you wanted her to find you some real information on Heredshe right?"

"Okay, yea."

"Well you'll need to learn High Middle Kingdom," he pointed to a table where DNA/RNA teaching equipment sat. "You can take 4 hours of lessons a day, and have the language down you can read that book." He pointed to a large leather bound book that sat on a table on the other side of another window. "It was written by my Grandfather Alexander. He was a Spirit Wizard. He could step outside his body and move about with nobody seeing him but he can observe. He spent ten years at our Embassy on Heredshe long before we accepted them into the Coalition. From those notes you will find lots of information on the Heredshe."

"Thank you," was about all I could say.

"We have an on-going series of observations," continued Otto, "next week, I did say you will be here for two weeks. Next week you will need to learn Middle Kingdom Common."

"Why Common," I had to ask.

"Grandfather Alexander made his observations one hundred years ago," he explained. "The Middle Kingdom has always had a Commerce Embassy on Heredshe. The second electronic book is observations and deployments since the first contact. Some are done by Spirit Walkers, your TV show is about Heredshe today, not old Heredshe when the Male population was enslaved to their female families. They are suppose to be free citizens, but you will see."

"Why are you doing this, cousin?"

"Cousin," he smiled, "because I think the truth can set people free. And I want you to get out of Bondage, looks bad on the family."

"You can always shrug me off as Johnass's son."

"He didn't have any sons," Otto paused as his shields flared, "he would have seen you as an enemy and had you killed the minute you showed any sign of empathy towards people. I have to run, look just do what you have to do. I'm sorry you did break the law."

"I'm not a silly slave."

"It's a nice label to hide behind when you screw up. But you get punished all the same. Just don't do it again. When you sneeze call EMS."

"Yes sir," I sighed feeling tired.

*

"Hey Al," smiled Amadeus who walked about the visiting room, "how ya doing. Look I can't sit down, Mistress Marcy really put me through my paces this morning. We finished shooting the first four shows of the Sex Ed Show, ah man, I never thought would get the cane twelve times. Twelve cuts, ouch! All the time I was bent over a desk, I didn't even scream."

"Well if she caned you yesterday," I had to ask, "why can't you sit down today?"

"She put irritant strips in my panties," he whined, "whenever I sit down it hurts. She says I spend too much time sitting around at work. As an inter I have to be on my feet to run and fetch things." He gently sat down in the chair. "Oh," he groaned. "Fine I'm sitting. Here, he passed a memory-stick through a sanitizer to me. Uncle Paul wants you to view these show and make comments. How much longer will you in isolation?"

"One week," I sighed, "then off to public court. I've been watching the trial from my room and giving testimony. It's done, I really screwed up kid. Don't forget I come from another planet and culture. We get sick, we go to work, and we're too insecure. I'm going to get punished, I've been publicly whipped, twenty-four actually. I can take it, even go to work a couple crying hours later. My Manager is more worried about the fine, they could wipe me out and add more years to my Bondage."

"Ah man that sucks," he sighed, "but hey you don't mind being owned by us do you?"

"I have to ask to masturbate," I told him, "do you have to do that? Before you became Mistress Marcy's slave."

"No," he groaned, "she's got me in cock bondage. And because I'm still a sex-a-terry I still get fucked, and have my ass played with during breaks. And I don't know what Uncle is going to say when he sees these panties. Every day he's pulled them down and inspected me. He won't say anything, just how often, did it hurt, and be a good boy. He would pat me on the bum and then tell me to do some errand."

"Cock bondage," I sighed feeling aroused and wet inside my diaper. "And I'm dying for sex. Even your cock is long enough to go up my ass and stroke my clit to make me cum."

"Really?"

"I'm fucking horny you little pervert," I snarled. "Ahh, yea even a chubby like you looks good right now."

"I've been working out too you know," he got huffy and paces about while trying to appear non-chalant as he adjusted his irritant panties. "Mistress Marcy has me work out twice a day. Her servants shower and bath me. I haven't been able to touch myself for over a week."

"You're touching yourself now," I told him. That stopped him dead in his tracks. "I'd be remiss in my duties as a friend to not let her know you were touching your ass."

"Oh please don't," he begged falling to his knees at the window. "Please, please, when you get out of here I'll talk Uncle into having be your fuck-boy, I mean Sex-a-terry. I'll suck your might cock and swallow your cum, you can spank and play with my ass whenever you want to."

"Will you wipe my ass after I take a shit," I asked him.

"Yes sir," he gasped, "and kiss it too."

"Well too bad," I said as a nurse in a Haz-mat suit directed me to my bed and put my feet in stirrups. I was hoisted up and the messy diaper came off. "We could use you right now."

"Yuck," he gagged. "What the hell is that?"

"I've had uncontrolled diarrhea ever since I came in here," I explained. "And some form of diaper-rash, hurts like hell too. This is not normal either. My crap is hazardous material too. So you see, I spend lots of my time on my side or stomic."

"Visiting time is over," boomed the Voice from Above.

"I have to go," sighed Amadeus as he awkwardly walked out on three inch heels.

"Amadeus," I called, and he looked back. "Take your weight off your heels. Walk on your toes, rest on heels, you'll get better and your legs will look good." He nodded and shrugged as he walked on his toes and moved a little more graceful.

*

"Now class," teacher Marcy addressed the studio audience, "trust is the most important element in any kind of relationship."

"And with that we have to pause for this fine sponsor," interrupted Cham Smart the announcer.

"How many times to I have to tell you not to interrupt me," snapped Marcy as her cane landed with a dull thud across his bottom. Cham's reaction seemed slow and fake. "What are you wearing under that skirt," she demanded.

"Why nothing," he smiles and mugged the audience who half laughed. He clung to his podium which had a teleprompter and computer screen with instructions from the director.

"What's this," cried Marcy who lifted his skirt revealing a pair of padded fake bums that covered his bottom with padding.

"Make-up Department insisted on that," he explained quickly, "said my bottom didn't have enough shape to it."

"We did not," said a hard voice from off stage.

"I see," snapped Marcy who drew a switchblade from out of nowhere and cut the fake bottom off his body. "What's this," she added pulling on a black thong that stretched so much he was on his toes.

"Nobody wants to see my cock and ball," he whined.

"We'll decide that," she snapped as the thong was cut off his body. A mini-camera hidden under the podium showed his rising hard-on. A couple whacks of the teaching cane made it go limp. "That's better," Marcy smiled at the camera. "We now pause for a message from our sponsor." 

A card came up place commercial here, as Marcy joked with the audience at Cham's expense. He on the other hand remained submissive and frightened of her and Mike. I watched the rest of the show and quickly made notes. The other shows were the same, there was no way it could be kept to fifteen minutes and it would take creative editing to shorten the show to thirty.

I checked the rest of the shows on file and all of them could be reduced to a thirty minute broadcast including commercials. Occasionally I had to pause for a coughing fit and dealing with my dickey stomach. I posted a memo that the shows should be kept at thirty minutes but a complete un-edited version should be made available on a pay-per-view specialty, as well as keeping any footage we have left-over, interviews, discussions, and that sort of stuff aside for Digital Sales of some sort. 

Even from my sick-bed in the hospital I was still working.



Slave Immigrant Ch. 28



After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. In the end I guess Human Recourses had figured me out correctly. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websites were tracked alright, but not by Homeland Security. I was a 24/7 Bonded Sex Slave with a 5 million credit debt to pay off. Worse still I didn't have any say on how or what I would be doing, I wasn't a citizen. After taking a Citizenship Test all that changed. I had choices and options, by remaining a slave/citizen I paid about 2 million back through earned commissions as a prostitute and sales of Slave Beer.

For reasons beyond my control I thought I caught a cold. You catch a cold, yea, sneeze in your elbow, wash hands, maybe even wear a surgical mask to keep from infecting other people. As it turns out after a hundred years of finally eradicating diseases a simple cold becomes a deadly virus and if you don't call in EMS immediately you are arrested and put into a high security hospital. I'm also going to b punished for that, there was no way of getting around that, so I'll tell about it when it happens as this story rolls along.

Now for some unusual reason I'm the Planetary Governor's Cousin eight times removed. This is a matter of having a DNA similar to his race and family by 62.8% so I'm no longer an Earth Human. I guess you could compare me to child offspring of two races and leave it at that. I don't know why but he likes me and has paid for me to have language training so that I could read a couple books written by 'Relatives' of his on the Heredshe. 

Heredshe, is a description of their sun, her-red-she, the red sun which is the mother of all life on the planet. The planet evolved differently than our home planet. Almost all species there do not have wombs as you would put it in Earth terms. In many cases two creatures would meet, the female would take from the male a seed, fertilizer it, and then place the seed into or on another creature to hatch their off-spring. 

The best example of this would come from observing the primates at the Keeper 2 National Zoo on Heredshe Prime's southern region. The dominant female would court the strongest male and induce him into having sex with her. She would then force herself on either a lesser male or female or her won species and through anal sex impregnate them. The Zoo Keepers have to keep track of these activities and work hard to prevent insect and have their dwindling population from dying out.

As for the human population of Heredshe people are self restricting, but the Planetary Registry of Births and Marriage has a very specific purpose. More than that, it helps them keep track of which households and persons are more likely to produce talents. For a household to have a submissive male talent, the breed with a female talent could hopefully produce enough Clairvoyants to keep the family buoyant. So science aside, I kept asking myself why men are second class citizens. The answer got bonded with politics and religion.

At the same time Prince Johanass was ripping the Middle Kingdom apart a tribal war with nuclear weapons happened on Heredshe. At that time Heredshe was ruled by political male elite, while their religion was ruled by females. Nations and families hid in bunkers for a very long time. The men became sick and not wishing to give up their power ruled from their beds, which became their prisons. Their dominant wives took over, men found themselves tied to their beds and the ruling elite died in their beds.

The revolt united the female politicians with the female led religion. Power deals were made and the planet eventually united under a false banner of universal freedom. Women had the freedom to lead, but men, became subservient seed givers and child bearers. The political social revolution took place. 

The gene where the Human body can produce lubricant making sexual insertion possible and pleasurable while originally being prevalent in both sexes of Heredshe was suppressed in the female population. While many humans may have their tonsils removed Heredshe women have them removed in their female children to prevent sexual submission. To other simply ignoring the gland is often enough to prevent this from happening. 

So while the female tentacle/clitoris can self impregnate, or any other human, including a primate, human males are preferred. Hormonal changes caused by pregnancy can make them submissive. Changes to Heredshe in itself took even more time. Even today male and female children are taught separately and a separate sets of moralities. With the help and direction of the Coalition's Planetary Governor, changes are being made. After looking over the final books; I made up my mind to make some changes in our version of the Heredshe House of the Thunders, and promote that change too.





Slave Immigrant Ch. 28



And that's how the day went, acting torture. All Mickey could do to me physically at worst was tap me on the butt with his riding crop, and it did hurt. We went for four hours straight, since employment rules when taken to the strictest extend had rest breaks for slaves at every four hours. I was fed and "watered" when necessary and un-necessary. I passed water in a bucket beside me, and hand to put up with the smell.

"Alright that's all the time we have for today," concluded Mickey, "we'll get back to this tomorrow. Not you Mister Pontiac Jones," he snarled. "We have to do some editing."

"Correction," interrupted Uncle Paul as he stormed on to the set. "He is only contracted to you as stage talent, once the stage is closed he has other duties."

"What other duties," demanded Mickey.

"Sexual," noted Uncle Paul. "He is still a sex slave and his work here is at the discretion of his owners."

"I thought the company owns him," countered Mickey.

"And I am the company," Uncle Paul winked. Then to me, "put your clothes on, I want you in my private office."

"Work, work, work," I grumbles as I got dressed and quickly followed him.

"We have four more hours of work tomorrow," bellowed Mickey as Uncle Paul and I got into the elevator.

"How do you feel," Uncle Paul asked as he stood facing the door.

"Tired," I replied looking equally emotionless. 

"Lie down on the couch," he ordered me as we entered his office. "Couch," he ordered the robotic couch, "sore bottom mode. Lie on your stomach Al." The couch actually moved and raised my ass, and a pillow for my head. "I want to discuss some things with you."

"What's on your mind Uncle?"

"Are you aware of your current finances," he asked me.

"Well I try not to think about it," I confessed, "finances depress me. My savings were wiped out by the fine and I'm back to owing the government five million credits. But I do my best."

"Okay I want to review that with you," he nodded, "Action Network is paying 25 thousand a month for you. Five year contract, we're happy with you sexually, so it's worth the amount. Now you are employed by me, it's non-sexual and well at our convince, you get 1,500 of that 450 gets paid to your fine. We don't have any revenues from the shows but there will be dividends. Have you received any reports on your other ventures?"

"Oh," I sighed, "my butt aches just thinking about that. The record album tanked, I may see profits once a year now. The Pontiac Jones penis line cancelled two weeks ago, I got the notice when I was in the hospital. And the Pontiac Root Beer has peaked; it's a small holding company and part of a huge distribution network. So I don't know what to do there."

"Well you can take control," suggested Uncle Paul. "I can act on your behalf; maybe have you yourself to do some commercials."

"I don't know," I told him, "from the last letter they explained they made a Pontiac Jones Cartoon Character plugging the sweet selling drink. The energy formula for adults has too much competition, but the non-energy one is popular with children. They spent a fortune researching this, hence no profits."

"Okay," nodded Uncle Paul, "so, ever sell to kids before?"

"Well kids like fun," I ventured, "parents like nutrition." I laughed, "got an idea. Can you guys carbonate water?"

"Yea, it's easy."

"We carbonate some water and call it Kid Fizz. A fun filled glass of water every kid loves. How about that?"

"How about that," said Uncle Paul, his eyes glazed. "Fun water, my kids use to hate drinking water, they wanted pop, anything that fizzed, make the water FIZZ. Holy Fuck, are you sure you're not a Clairvoyant?"

"I'd be drafted into the war," I shrugged. "Is it possible to carbonate milk?"

"Yea, but who'd drink, ... it," his words dropped off. "Kid Fizz, I want to buy stock in this idea. Look go into the bed-room; and take a nap I'll talk to your Manager. Any other ideas?"

"Yea," I said as the hidden door to Uncle Paul's private bedroom opened, "fruit drinks or vitamin supplements, don't other companies do that."

"They don't make it fizz," Uncle Paul laughed. "Now take a nap."

I was exhausted, so I peeled off my clothing and went to sleep in my underwear. I woke up two hours later as Cupcake shook me awake. She was dressed in her usual white blouse, short skirt, knee socking and sensible shoes. 

"What time is it," I asked her.

"Five-thirty sir," she told me. "Mistress Dianna just finished her live taping, and she's requested your presence."

"Oh dear," I moaned flexing my still sore behind. I dressed quickly and headed down to the studio.

The dressing room area was quiet; not unusual since nobody wants to be around Dianna when she's having a horny fit. They politely would give her fair leeway and privacy. I entered her dressing room, everything appeared neat and orderly. The Caterers have supplied the food in place, chairs, table, and a light paddle, strap, handcuffs, pink rhinestone neck collar and leash where on the table. Somebody was going to be humiliated tonight.

"Mistress," I tentatively asked the far door.

"It's slave," replied Dianna who entered the room in her underwear. She had removed her make-up and was still in her costume underwear. "Year's end is in two weeks," she explained. "Instead of being punished by Mistress, I punished her. Using a strap-on and fucking her is so frustrating. I have to be this hot and horny tomorrow afternoon too. Can you satisfy me and keep me horny till tomorrow when I fuck the butler?"

"Get out of the ridiculous costume and on your knees now," I told her firmly. Well there was a quick switching of gears. For once my needs can be satisfied. I gave her a light spanking and then took her up the ass with a wild passion. She was unprepared for this but I didn't mind the site of her shit on my cock. I had her squat over the toilet bowel backwards, facing the wall while I washed myself off and made rude comments about her taking a dump. I then put the collar on her.

"You have a skin tight dress in the back of your closet," I told her. "How come you never wear it?"

"It's too tight," she confessed, "my legs are kept together, makes my ass look fat, and no pockets, I'd have to carry a purse with my hand held computer and all in."

"Put it on," I told her in my command voice, "and proper underwear, you're in the Ringo Building you will wear proper clothing. And the five inch heels."

"Yes Master," she replied as she checked her bureau and put on a pair of sensible panties.

"With the proper day of the week on them," I reminded her. She put down the panties, and I gave her red bottom a playful smack. "Wait," I ordered and bent her over. There was a jewelled medium stainless steel butt-plug in her bureau, I put it in her and she gasped. "Now get dressed quickly," I concluded.

Slave Dianna looked very beautiful in the red silk dress and the Oriental looking dress. Despite the high collar in the back the front swooped and revealed her tits but modestly. I emptied the contents of her purse into my pockets and put the lease, paddle and strap back in it. She moved to take off her money ring, but I waved her to keep it on. Dianna was quite skilled with her heels she kept herself balanced and walked with very feminine steps as I swaggered through the lobby and curious stairs of the staff as we walked past. 

She stood by me as we rode in the standing room only subway and rode two stops away from the Ringo building before I stepped off. I had memorized almost every stop along the way from my owners home to the Ringo Building and I always wanted to stop at Whyte Square. Surprisingly there were no new cameras following us. I had lived with my new owners for eleven weeks so the newness of my being with Dianna Chase had worn off. We moved about freely in a section of the city I had never seen before.

Whyte Square had an Earth 1890's flair to it. The buildings were false fronted with brick or wood panels with framed display windows. Modernization was discreet, and the outrageous flair of the inhabitants was obvious. I spotted a store with a green awning and a familiar name Burlington's Fine Tobacco, Cuban, Middle Kingdom and Green Cigars featured here read the signage. We stepped into a fine smoky are of aged tobacco. The aged wooden floor creeked under our feet, the walls finely stained wood with displays of pipes on the wall.

"Greeting sir," said an elderly sandy haired man with wavy hair, trimmed beard, steel framed glasses, white shirt, green striped vest, dark pants, and leather apron called from behind the counter. "How may I help you," he smiled as he puffed on a Green Gem therapeutic cigar.

"You have Cubans," I had to ask in Earth English.

"Alas sir," he smiled in an old world way. "Our cigars are but Cuban Seeds secretly imported and grown in a precise facility on an orbital platform. We do copy Earth styles, what can I get you?"

"Bolivar Habana Quban Exclusivo Canada," I recited the name of my favourite cigar in Earth English.

"Extremely rare," beamed the owner who went to a far walk in humidor and came out quickly with one cigar. "Only six thousand boxes of these cigars was made, and only one made its way to Free Skyes. This is a blend of our Cuban tobaccos into such a cigar. We call it simply Canadian Exclusive."

"Pay the man," I told Dianna, as I casually leaned on the counter and noticed the other customers and staff. There was two other staff members both wearing 1890's clothing, but looking out of place with small computers attacked to their belts. Three other customers, all men; each wearing conservative Free Skyes suits middle to upper level management types. I gave them a pleasant nod and they smiled back it was a friendly place.

The store owner double checked his computerized cash register making sure it was really Dianna Chase that just paid for my five credit cigar. There was a cigar trimmer on the counter I trimmed the cigar end and picked up an old style wooden match to light it. The others looked curiously at me.

"What," I asked?

The customers looked away but one of the young staff members spoke up. "We were wondering if you were going to wet it," he asked.

"Well," I smiled in a professional fashion, "some rather crude types have do that sort of thing. There have even been cases where a Gentleman's Mistress would wet down a cigar as if she were sucking cock in public." A few chuckled and Dianna's cheeks blushed. "There was even a well publicized scandal of a planetary President would wet the end of his cigar on a woman's moist citreous." Dianna pressed her thighs together and shuttered. I took out her hand held computer and gave it to her, "call for an android laundry service, you won't be needing those clothes for the rest of the day." She took the computer and spoke into it like it was a cellphone.

"Now where was I," I smiled back at my audience. "I can tell just by the feel of this cigar that these cigars are properly stored in a moist environment of 80% humidity so it doesn't need to be wet. Some people may want a fine brandy but a pure cigar is the finest complement to the growers of these fine cigars and your fine shop."

"Thank you Mister Jones," he smiled back.

"You're Pontiac Jones," gasped the geeky store employee.

"I'd say sir," said one of the customers, "I saw you being whipped early this morning on public television. Shouldn't you be lying on a bed or something?"

"I've done enough sleep for today," I smiled back at them. "That's why I'm not sitting on a stool like you guys."

"I could get you a cushion," offered the geeky employee.

"No need," I smiled, then noticed the laundry android; Dianna's favourite service which uses robots that look like R2D2 beep into the store. I opened my shirt collar to reveal my slave collar. "I am the property of Dianna Chase here. Do you still want to wear that collar Dianna?"

"Yes Master," she nodded humbly, but here eyes flashed with a smile.

"All you need to wear is your shoes, collar, and purse," I told her. Then to the store owner, "this is okay right?"

"We are in the Free Zone," the owner smiled back.

"We were at the live show earlier today," gasped two other employees. 

I enjoyed puffing on my cigar while we watched Dianna disrobe. Her breast were pert and nipples aroused, so too was her pussy. I guess she hasn't been lead around the street too often. She went to put her hand held computer back into her purse. I put the unit back in my pocket.

"I'll take that," I told her. "Now pay the robot and have it send your clean clothing home."

"If she doesn't have her computer in her purse," asked the geeky employee, "what does she have in there?"

"Show him," I told her. She reluctantly took out the paddle, strap and leash. I attached the leash to her collar. "You've been a good girl, I don't think we need to punish your bottom right now, put them away." I took a tissue from a table dispenser and wiped away the pussy drool. "Aroused slaves can be so messy," I laughed and tossed the tissue into a trash can.

"You're not going to fuck her in a doorway or something," asked one of the customers.

"Of course not," I smiled as I closed my collar to cover my slave collar. "That would be rude. We just stopped to buy a cigar, before heading for home." I casually lead Dianna by the leash towards the door. "Have a nice day," I nodded and headed out.



Slave Immigrant Ch. 29



After receiving a cloned body I was immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. In the end I guess Human Recourses had figured me out correctly. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websites were tracked alright, but not by Homeland Security. I was a 24/7 Bonded Sex Slave with a 5 million credit debt to pay off. Worse still I didn't have any say on how or what I would be doing, I wasn't a citizen. After taking a Citizenship Test all that changed. I had choices and options, by remaining a slave/citizen I paid about 2 million back through earned commissions as a prostitute and sales of Slave Beer. But my own Earth style of living got the better of me, I caught a cold and instead of calling EMS, I went along and kept working. Bad move, I got fined and am now back to owing 5 million again. At least I have nice owners.

My owner Dianna Chase instructed me to dominate her that evening. She wanted to stay wet and horny in order to keep in character for tomorrow. So I gave her a dose of humiliation, fed her and tied her to a chair while I made love to her husband. I left the two of them in their master bed in chastity, and in an exhausted sleep. For some reason I couldn't sleep just yet. I went to the bathroom to wash my face, looked up and saw myself.

For some reason I thought I would see myself in my 30's looking back at me. What a shock; it was me at sixteen looking back at me. Full head of hair, not even the slightest of a receding hair line, and a buff physic. There was a set of six-pack abs looking at me. I never had a six-pack of abs, beer gut from time to time, but not a six-pack. 

"What happened to you," I said to my reflection.

"You're growing into your part Ancient body," reminded Mandy my training android. 

"You knew this was going to happen," I asked it.

"Only projections," responded the machine built in a humanoid forum. Soft cyber-skin body that had an almost human feel and a limited range of facial expressions characteristic of most androids but still a beautiful body. Mandy was programmed by a master android programmer and its main function was to make sure I was kept in very good health. "It would take time for you to develop into your proper potential," it explained, "most Ancients only need between four to six hours of sleep. This is why you kind is often recruited to serve in the Military."

"I've done soldiering before," I told it. "It was a fun adventure, but too boring and too many incompetents running it."

"The Coalition is not controlled by incompetents," Mandy snapped. "I'm sorry," it apologised, "a programmed response. Can I explain?"

"Go ahead," this was interesting.

"The big difference between the Coalition and your planets is that we have Talents," it explained. "Our world leaders have more than a think tank of scientist, religious morality, and businessmen behind them. We have people who are Clairvoyant, and Telepathy. A Clairvoyant can see into the future, where a Telepath can feel the thoughts and emotions of the population. As much as we try, there are no easy solutions, and we learn from our mistakes."

"I know," I sighed feeling the peeling healing tape on my ass. They had a strict rule that when you feel sick call an EMS immediately. On Earth we go to work with head colds all the time because if we lose work we lose money. I ended up in isolation for two weeks, was fined the costs of all expenses and then publically caned till I was bloody to remind me.

"Why did they recruit me," I asked, "why not just die in the hospital?"

"The only answer I was programmed with was that there is a personnel shortage," explained the android. "We're at war and people from, dare I say; primitive cultures. Make the best recruits."

"What if I don't want to be a soldier," I had to ask.

"You can run a successful business," said the android with a smile and a shrug, "pay taxes to feed the war. Who cannot say you are not already helping us?"

"Great," I sighed and headed into my bedroom. At first I considered it to be a kid's room and I guess it suited me. Old style computer built into a computer desk moulded together. Bunk beds, the lower was wider than the top. A poster of Jane Speedwell almost naked sporting guns, ammo belts, and knives on the wall; she was definitely hot. "And she wants to marry me," I sighed.

"No," corrected Mandy, "she will marry you. Which means you do have a choice, just that you will probably want to marry her some day?"

"Now that is serious," I said to it. "Marriage out here means a very solid commitment. Dianna and Charles want to get married, but they still don't have approval. What am I to them?"

"A fuck-buddy," said Mandy blankly. "Us androids are seen and yet unseen. The two speak freely in front of me. They see themselves as mentors, friends, and fuck-buddies. They even half dread that Uncle Paul will probably want to keep you as a sex slave for a while. And don't forget, as property of the company he can pass you about like some hospitality slave to fuck and please the clients."

"Really," I asked feeling slightly aroused.

"The problem is," said Mandy as it towered over me, "you'd probably enjoy it." It fell on top of me in a sudden rush. My hands were shackled in front of me and to my neck. Legs shackled wide apart, I was naked on the bed facing up.

"Why did you do that?"

"To keep you from masturbating all night."

"Well what if I have to go pee?"

"Don't!"

"And if I have an accident?"

"I will take the bandages off your ass," Mandy explained as it moved against the wall. "Then turn you over to Master Charles and tell him you deliberately wet the bed because you want to be in Diaper Bondage again."

"You stink," I cursed as I closed my eyes and tried to go to sleep.





Slave Immigrant Ch. 29



While Uncle Paul had a duplicate key, he let the two of them know when my cock was being used boy visitors. I also had a rather unusual butt-plug up my ass for extended periods of time. It was a mechanical affair that had a multi-jewelled button which at times wiggled between my ass-cheeks just to let me know I was property. The housing expanded inside my colon and would expand further should anybody not certified could remove. It also had a safety valve allowing natural methane, (farting,) to escape noiseless and with no noticeable smell. Likewise it would interact with auto-toilets and give me a rather uncomfortable enema. Colon and Jeff were, well, loving; but strict owners.

While my previous owners were in a constantly striving for various sexual positions Colon preferred me giving him oral sex while Jeff would fuck me long and hard up the ass. Most of the time is was a rather uncomfortable affair since my cock and balls were locked preventing me from having a proper orgasm. For the most part I dribbled out while feeling internal orgasms but I miss my cock pleasures. Complaining was forbidden.

"Master," I would moan, "please let me cock cum."

"Screw that whining," snapped Colin.

"Do I have to spank you again," snapped Jeff.

"Nonsense," countered Colin. "Manfred," he called to Mandy the now Male Android. "Take him into the next room. Toilet him, feed him, and spank him till he is crying good and proper. Restrain his hand, and gage him, I don't want to hear his crying. Then dump him on the matt. Jeff here may want a little late night fucking."

Toilet was a polite way of saying a person was to be properly cleaned. I was sprayed down with cleaning soaps while an enema was forced up my ass. Five minutes later I was rinsed off while I emptied my bowels. The whole thing was so humiliating you don't notice the cock-n-balls harness was taken off you dick and balls cleaned and powdered before it was put back on. A lubricate was shoved up my ass that made your asshole feeling greasy and smelling sexually pleasant seemed to sit there for hours.

Manfred had various multiple methods of feeding me. Sucking out of his cock, asshole, mouth feeding, tits, bottle, and spoon feeding. Restraints were slave restraints. Having your hands cuffed behind your back after a few hours leads to some terrible shoulder cramps. Slave cuffs was a short tether to the front of your neck and both wrist. You can't touch your genitals, and the tethers can be lengthened to do housework or very short restraining your movement. 

Night time was always short, for the most part my body was to be played with. Then it was over Manfred's knee. I think Colin and Jeff were probably watching as I got a wicked hand spanking that would go from sexually slow to so hard I was balling my eyes out. Then a penis gage was shoved into my mouth. It had a weird taste that smelled like mouthwash, tasted like nasty soap, and allowed you to breath too. Then I was dumped in the Master Bedroom.

My slave matt had two pillows. One for my head and a larger one to which I was bent over making my ass very presentable. Jeff would fuck me two to three times a night, while claiming he was on his way to the bathroom and couldn't resist me. Colin might fuck me, but preferred an after bathroom break blow job. Then on odd occasions he would lie me flat on their long sink counter top, kiss me deeply on the mouth before giving me a blow-job. Unfortunately my sexual appetite is stronger than what was expected which frustrated Colin. 

"Manfred," he snapped, "how can I get this slave limp so that I can re-cage him."

"Besides a long hard spanking," it leered in a way that wanted to make my already sore bottom grow smaller.

"Yes," smiled Colin cupping my face, "he has been a good boy."

"This," said Manfred behind me. I felt a brush across the back of my neck and the world went black. It seemed the Android actually had a version of the Vulcan Neck Pinch.

I should point out that homosexual relationships on Free Skyes are very different than on Earth. Precautions are taken to make sure one does not have their rectal track ripped apart. Anal lubes before and after anal sex are quietly administered before and after penetration. It would be very difficult for someone to be injured. Besides such deliberate acts would ring with pain set off a medical sensor and before you know it an ambulance arrives. 

The next day brought in even more bad news. Charles hired a new assistant. The assistant was a Station Manager from a much smaller TV Station and was looking for a new start. As for me I found myself distanced and in my own office. I tried to talk to both him and Dianna but was met by a cold no from their subordinates. I worked the arguments through my head, I wasn't sure they hated me, but obviously their relationship has changed. I had to have a talk over with Uncle Paul.

"Well Kid," he sighed and sat back at his desk. "I'd figured sooner or later you would come by and ask. You're not going to cry on me now?"

"I don't think so," I answered honestly.

"I think Charles and Dianna want to take the next step," he explained partly using his hands on the table. "People don't move in together, have orgies, share, and well now they need more alone time. They have both been talking to Lawyers and discussing having Children."

"Don't you need a permit to have children," I asked.

"More than that," he continued, "it also means moving into a Family Zone and living inside Family Friendly Zones. No sex at the drop of a hat, but behind closed doors."

"No Homosexuals too I bet."

"No," he corrected, "quite the contrary. Homosexual couples are allowed to live inside Family Friendly Zones and even have children. But in all cases you have to take classes and tests to meet guidelines in order to raise children in a proper environment."

"Okay I get this; but why exclude me?"

"Well for one thing," chuckled Uncle Paul, "families don't own sex slaves."

"Well yea."

"But they do have to be true to each other. And you are a big temptation. So without you around they have a better chance of keeping it that way. Are you in love with them?"

"Humm," I sighed, "difficult question. They were fun companions, but yea I could see problems arising."

"Yea, well we don't have multiple parent families like the Zerbers."

"Zerbers," I asked, then thought. "Ahh the Zerbers, the Zebra stripped people with the Mohawks and bushy tails. Aren't we at war with them or something?"

"More like or something," concluded Uncle Paul. "They are Xenophobic and they hate being alone. Perfect pawns to be used by the Protagonist Faction."

The Protagonist Faction was a group of planets, some known, many unknown who hate Talents and our whole system of government which relies on Talents for direction. There have been many arguments as to whether or not to trust a Talent's Vision, but they seems to be batting a thousand by my reckoning. We discussed the pro's and con's of Talents and dropped the matter of my former family.

Meanwhile Uncle Paul's big investment of the 24/7 of Naughty School Channel went on the air. A section of Central City's Free Zone became a 24/7 school where close to sixty odd young actors from various Free Zone TV stations and affiliates played at being students in a Free Zone boarding school. Teachers were older actors, a few had some teaching experience, but mostly actors playing the part of a strict teacher who freely uses the slipper, paddle, tasse, and the cane. Ratings went through the roof.

In my opinion it was horrible. In one day close to thirty students received the cane, and almost all the majors and half of the extras found themselves on very sore bottoms. All the students wanted to be the top naughty boy or girl. Such a part would gain notoriety and big money. It was a terrible mistake; nobody could take so many beatings and just fail to function in character. Cameras followed them into the dorms, bathrooms, or even off campus into the shops. They were imprisoned in their own greed of popularity and unable to get off the set and relax. Sooner or later this bad piece of programming will be my problem.



Slave Immigrant Ch. 30



After receiving a cloned body I was immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. In the end I guess Human Recourses had figured me out correctly. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websites were tracked alright, but not by Homeland Security. I was a 24/7 Bonded Sex Slave with a 5 million credit debt to pay off. Worse still I didn't have any say on how or what I would be doing, I wasn't a citizen. After taking a Citizenship Test all that changed. I had choices and options, even as a slave I never realized how serious some crimes were.

For example; catching a virus or cold, can become a major crime. Disease is almost eliminated on this high tech planet which makes any small disease by Earth Standards a major sickness. Sick days are almost non-existent instead we have depression days. "On my lover left me; I need time by myself." Surprisingly it's a major day off, and public funded therapy. 

Even as a Sex Slave I spent an afternoon under therapy when Charles and Dianna left me. I could have requested more time, but I could handle the change. Meanwhile being owned by Colin and Jeff was not as hectic as I expected. Colin did have minor mood swings while Jeff, well, was just plain horny.

After spending a day at the Ringo Building in meetings, office time or recording Colin and Jeff would head out to review a show or two and I was expected to head home and be waiting for them. As always a company security guard followed me and would need an "eyes only" tablet from Uncle Paul on my daily work performance for them to read. Since my android kept the apartment clean and cooked dinners I was expected to change out of work clothing, put on a house dress with nothing else underneath and I may do my homework while waiting for them. Normally once naked Manfred, the android, would bath me, remove my mini-robot butt-plug and flush out my anal tract making anal sex cleaner. An alarm would signal when my owners took the private elevator to our apartment. At this time I was expected to be bent over the sofa in plain view of the entrance. The eyes only tablet on a stand near the door.

I would get very nervous waiting for them. Colin and Jeff were very jealous of their possessions. My cock and balls were kept in chastity meaning even I couldn't masturbate. The mini-robot butt-plug was a relatively extreme measure. It had what looked like a jewelled head but it was a combination thumb/DNA reader. Only Colin, Jeff and Uncle Paul could take it out. Anybody else and the darn thing would widen uncomfortably. It could read my own hands and would send a message I needed a good spanking. I could vibrate, throb, and even reach deep into me rub my rectal clitoris and make me cum in my panties. Talk about embarrassing. It would also open a vent allowing me to fart, as well as perfuming the methane gas. More than that it wiggled and moved reminding me that I was owned.

Colin normally came home first and would require me to be dressed in a fashion not unlike what I wore in The Boom-Boom Room. I would strip off my office clothing, change into a house-dress; the bend over the sofa and wait. I was given a two minute warning, so that I could do some take-home office reading. I didn't have to cook supper they enjoyed Mandy/Manfred's cooking and I was fed like a pet during dinner. So I waited.

My Master was quiet when he would enter the apartment. He would stroke my leg while lifting my skirt examining the seams on my stockings, garters, and panties. If my bottom was red or any cane marks from Uncle Paul and I can expect a few hard slaps. It was so arousing as he would lower the panties, feel the butt-plug, feel my balls and cock. He could make me moan with pleasure right then and there. 

Depending on his moods, the butt-plug would be removed and he would fuck me. Or stroke me off and make me cum in his hand, or as a topping in a drink. Of course having a sore ass means an interrogation, hard spanks, the belt, and maybe if he is really pissed off will have Jeff punish me. So I tried real hard to keep everybody happy. 

On other occasions Colin would be in a submissive mood. He would take the butt-plug out, remove my cock chastity if it is on, and French-kiss my anus. This meant he wanted to be on the receiving end of a good spanking followed by a good ass-pounding fuck. I would use my own cock, if he wanted something bigger he would then dominate my fucking by having me wear a cock harness. 

A cock harness was rather embarrassing; and I was always locked into one. This would have a fake cock much larger than mine was attached to the harness just above my own cock and made fucking rather easy. Just to remind me of my position a plug would be added firmly up my ass. Some were designer cocks including balls with rather irritable hair or stubble rubbing or bouncing between my ass cheeks. Worse still Jeff would want a good fucking done to himself and would have a robotic cock plug up my ass. The darn thing would throb and rub against my inner body parts rising me toward almost cuming but withholding. On the other hand I could feel it spurting while Jeff was cumming signalling is must stop or face punishment at Manfred's mechanical hands. This would have me hanging by my wrist in the bathroom with while having a mildly sore bottom and very aroused cock with no release. 

However dominating Colin is not without it's dangers:

"Hey," snapped Jeff as he barged into the room. "Who said you can dominate my lover?"

"I, er," I stammered.

"You think you two can play without my permission," he asked. Colin was so much into submissive mode he kept quiet.

"But," I gasped as my cock rapidly deflated.

"Bend over across that sofa beside my lover," he snapped as he took his belt off. "And the two of you get properly naked." I didn't have much on, but I got naked quick and joined Colin bent over the sofa back. After a dozen slaps of the belt across my naked bottom Jeff paused to caress and examine his sore bottom before deciding just how much more punishment Colin needed. He would leave Colin whimpering before he would then turn on me.

My body being part ancient had me heal faster than a normal human and because of that I got spanked more often. But first there was the examination. Jeff took his time as I could feel his strong fingers trace the curve of my bottom. Feel the depth of bruises, welts, and eventually spread my ass-cheeks and examine my anus. He always took a careful look, I could feel his breath on that part of my bottom. It made me so aroused and I could feel my glands producing lubricant.

A few hands slap latter before his cock would penetrate me and my cock was hard and dripping. Worse still both Colin and Jeff were both cruel to me often leaving me frustrated and unable to masturbate. Come to think of it, this is the big difference between being a slave and free. No matter how much I yearned for sexual pleasure it was at somebody else's decision when I could have it. To say the least these two can be tough masters.

Meanwhile I had to keep quiet my comments about Naught High School. The 24/7 network show became a rollercoaster of rating. Desperate for any kind of rating, the new network of independent stations started paying for even more actors, and want-a-be A grade actors in on the show. Within a week many were calling their "parents" (agents,) and begging to be taken home. The latest suggestion was to have Slave Immigrants as a part of the show.

"So the proposal is," Uncle Paul said to the Network Board conference, "we contract the planetary brothels and purchase the best of the Slave Immigrants from across the planet to serve as extras on the Naughty High School Network. Any objections?"

We were using the large conference room, in the Ringo Building. Action Network, had six seats, I was there too because I was involved in three successful show. Four other station were part of the conference, while others were represented my television monitors. I stood up to talk, then realizing what the past was like, bent over the desk while another exec sighed and lifted my skirt as I was in the punishment position.

"Cut out the Dramatics," bellowed a voice from a monitor. "I have a Slave Immigrant on my board who's doing the same thing."

"Same here," said a female voice from another. "Your slave has made the most objections and suggestion we haven't listened to so let's hear it."

CRACK! The cane landed anyway.

"Alright what is it," sighed Uncle Paul.

"The classes are not real," I stated simply.

"We know that," said Uncle Paul as my panties were pulled down. "It's a TV show so what's the problem?"

"Even during those fake classes," I explained, "the Immigrants, myself included would be opening our Lap-Tops (only Earth English word to describe the hand held computers,) and studying immigration classes to gain citizenship."

"There is a Citizenship class," stated a board member in the room. The cane landed on my naked ass.

"To which the actors get bored with and start acting up," I gasped through the pain, "those classes are interrupted. Somebody or bodies get punished then they are all told to read their books while the teacher heads off to masturbate. I think the audience is getting bored of watching people secretly masturbate."

"Well we've discussed courses," stated the female monitor, "but none of our actors are qualified to teach anything above basics."

"And I don't thing a Sex Ed is what should go on," stated another. "Besides Action Network is producing the best Sex Ed class around," she added. There was some general laughter.

"Why can't we have courses that mirror what other high schools offer," I asked fearing another stroke of the cane. "The Central City Free Zone High School offers a wide range of skills training."

"How much research have you done," asked Uncle Paul as his cane tapped on my naked bottom.

"I am confined to a limited area," I said truthfully, "however the local Free Zone High has a website to which I have done some research. I could do more if I was allowed to do some leg-work."

"I don't know," added a cautious voice from another monitor, "how much freedom do we give this slave?"

"I can always assign Security Officer with him," added Uncle Paul as the cane landed again.

"Look we know you can intimidate the slave," said the reasonable voice, "we're looking at a considerable cash investment here. We hardly broke even on this venture which you convinced us to invest in Paul. I didn't see your slave as part of the presentation; and he's nervy enough to state an unpopular opinion. So why are you holding him back?"

"Pride I guess," Uncle Paul answered honestly. He shrugged and looked at me. "Alright," he concluded, "permission to do field work granted."

**

"Let me remind you," ordered a stern-looking admistrater, "this is not Recruiting Day, it is a place of learning and not a sex pit."

"Don't I know you from somewhere," I had to ask.

"Yes," she smiled, "I did put a serious bid on owning you."

"I thought you worked outside the zone?"

"I let people believe that," she smiled, "but you have to realize you can't do any teaching when you throw sex into the issue. And yes we do punish people who interrupt classes, but only after class, and for the most part people find themselves being restricted to and individual correspondence course which cost more. This place is not about games it's about education."

"So what about all those class-rooms, uniforms, and paddling's," I concluded.

"For the most part," she smiled then paused and calculator, "about eighty percent fantasy. There are education forums, which do corporal punishment, and chastity. My security unit shows you are kept in chastity, makes you concentrate on the moment right?"

"Humm," was the best I could say feeling my cock and anus throb. She was right and I knew it.

"So what is the other 20%," I had to ask.

"Well," she smiled, "we do have Free Zone star ships for example. Based on rank and qualifications people are sexed, spanked, chastity, humiliated 24/7 as long as the ship efficiently moves it's cargo from one place to another. And yes what you are wearing would fit under a space suit. Talents from our system we out-voted in having such ships as a part of our StarForce. So we are polite about the whole thing. So why are you really here?"

"I'm doing research for the Action Network," I told her honestly.

"Okay," she said after giving me a long inquiring look. "I'll issue you an unlimited visitor's pass. But if you cause any sort of disruption I'll have you and your body-guard thrown off the campus after you both get a severe thrashing."

"Wot's this," the guard perked up. 

'You mind your behaviour," she told my guard. "Is that understood." She asked me.

"No problem," I said as I checked the notations she added to my identification unit and headed out of the office.

*

From what I gathered that first morning was that the lower level classes were but extensions of classes that students in the G-Rated world would go to. These young students were working to complete their basic high school education as well as taking entry level College and University level training. I noticed one class where several other students were followed by Security Guards so I naturally followed in to see what was going on.

Since it was the middle of the new years the teacher had forgone writing his name or what the class was all about on the board. My hand held computer did integrate with the desk and things suddenly looked lively. The Class was Advanced Marketing 514; each student had a product and organized an advertizing campaign. It went into various details which if I had the time I could really get a bite into, but I had other things to do. The class was involved with the studies and unlike on the Earth where I grew up bored students simply sat there, while very few took notes. Here it was a teacher's dream, between taking notes every student there had a question or comment to make.

The students themselves were rather interesting to look at. These were not the kids we were using in our 24/7 Reality Show. About a third were wearing casual business-like clothing. Another third wore fetish gear. From transvestites, diapers, leather gear, and a few just naked except for carrying school packs. The third and last group if can call it that wore an odd unisex suits, pastel in colours with contrasting piping. The pants included a large buttoned bottom flap, button crotch and almost blended into matching shoes. The shirts had a button front cut low showing off chest, or breast. Hair was cut short but no uniform style. They were an odd lot.

"Do you have anything to add to the discussion Mister Jones," asked the instructor.

"Good research is the key to meeting your target audience," I stated giving a good text-book answer. 

"Elaborate please," he asked. "You may not be a student in this class but all who are here are expected to participate. What product are you developing and promoting?"

"The Real Naughty High School," I said from the hip. "I intend to re-vamp the show catch a wider audience and turn a profit out of a poor copy of a worn out formula."

"Do you intend to keep those kinky uniforms," asked a fetish girl wearing a slutty version of the old school uniform.

"From what I can see here," I laughed, "over half the class here is in one sort of uniform or another."

"We're all individuals," said the girl wearing a diaper, and other small child clothing.

"Yea," said a young man in a business suit. "You're wearing the corporate uniform."

"Believe me," I told them. "If I had my choice I'd be wearing some comfortable clothing more like what I wore on my home planet. The corporate uniform is required, believe me my owners would love having me in something more humiliating to wear. But what of you kids, why a good third of you seem to be wearing the same thing."

"I sir," said a more outspoken fellow in a Unisex suit stood forward, "am wearing the latest in fashion, Conformism."

"Here we go again," groaned the teacher.

"Our parents go on and on how they all want us to be individuals," said the self appointed Conformist Spokesman, "Well some of us want to be normal, not special like everybody else."

"It's like being special is not special," said a Conformist girl who sat next to the spokesman.

"But I like the way I am," said the Baby Girl.

"And we can express our uniqueness with colour," said the Spokesman.

"What's with the big buttons," I had to ask. "Makes your bottoms very inviting."

"Well screw you," snarled the Spokesman. He turned and shoved his butt at me as the flap popped open showing off a very clean and spank-able bum. The flap then rolled back in place as if the suit had a mind of it's own. "You dirty pervert," he continued as his crotch popped open revealing his shaved and well hung genitals. "The suit is part robotic; it only opens to people I want it to open to."

"You all have robotic suits," I had to ask. All the conformist did the same move showing off their naked bottoms, the genitals and naked boobs. It was a well rehearsed chorus line. "And you get these suits where," I had to ask.

"At the Conformist Store," said a corporate type, "you almost have to be a member of the cult to get in."

"We are not a Cult," snapped the Spokesman.

"What if I want to visit your store," I asked.

"No slaves allowed," snapped his girlfriend. "That's the rule," she giggled.

"Like you have a choice what you wear or who you have sex with," the Spokesman added.

"Who owns the Conformist Store," I had to ask.

"We run the Store," snapped the Spokesman.

"I haven't been able to find out who own the store," said the corporate type, "their structure is a maze of email addresses and an odd range of stock owners."

"I think we should have hacked into their system," said a young man dressed in leather.

"Alright we're getting off topic," said the Teacher. "Mister Jones is trying to resurrect a dead draft animal, I'd give you a failing mark of D." He quickly tapped some notes on his hand held computer. "You should go back to your owners for a week of punishments. Maybe you can get the cane again while announcing some new movies." The entire class laughed.

They ignored me, and I ploughed through the morning from one classroom to another. I didn't get any mail or calls from Uncle Paul so I figured I had the rest of the day there. However half way through lunch a couple school cops came to my table and hauled me to the administration office. Before I could say anything I was across a desk, skirt up, panties down. Two strokes of a tasse later I was told why.

"You were told not to make a disturbance," the old lady said to me.

"He didn't do anything," said my Guard, "it was that teacher who started it all."

"Well that's why slaves take correspondence courses," she said, "You slaves have plenty of enemies. Now get out of here."

I didn't say anything; Uncle Paul would take one look at my red bottom and out would come the cane, no matter what. However this did begin a mystery to me. Slaves have plenty of enemies? It's a free society if one wants to be a slave he or she can be, openly. Is Puritanism invading the Free Zone?

Despite the pain in my butt I sat at a public table in an open air mall across from the Public High School. My guard took a station behind me to my right, but made no interference. I checked my hand held and saw no messages so I started taking notes. I counted the students coming and going; making notes at to what they were wearing. Couples met, openly exchanged embraces, spanks, even sex, nobody seemed to care this is the Free Zone and free expression was the code. Then the Conformist arrived.




Slave Immigrant Ch. 30



It was like an well rehearsed parade of morality suddenly arrived. They stepped out of the college in a well organized chorography of steps almost to music in a marching fashion. As a group they gave dis-approving looks at first the lovers, then the spankers, to the two homosexuals and then focused on me. The same handsome spokesperson leads them towards me.

"I thought you were told to get off campus," he snarled at me.

"I am off campus," I smiled back at him as I counted four of his male friends surrounding me, two behind me, and three others confronting my Security Guard. "One hundred feet away," I added, "and there are about two dozen security cameras looking at us. Not including five news cameras."

"Oh I think we can easily distract them," he smiled, "we're also members of the Glee Club." Music suddenly blared over the speakers as the Conformist break into song and dance across the mall. Tits and asses flapping, smiles cheers, a crowd tried to lift my guard up and carry him away when it all suddenly stopped.

"This is the Police," thundered the speakers. Tangle webs were fired, police officers fell from the sky wearing anti-gravity harnesses. "John Aofenher," a riot equipped policemen stated stepping between him and me, "you are under arrest for conspiracy to commit pubic disorder and disrupt public order."

"Public Order," he bellowed at the Cop. "You call this public order! People are commiting sexual acts in public and you allow that."

"The Free Zone is the only place where people can openly express themselves," the Cop explained. He shot the kid with a stun gun. He turned and opened the faceplate of his helmet to me. It was the same cop who conducted me to a public punishment. "Sorry we didn't come sooner Mister Jones. I didn't mean to put you in any danger."

"Well let's see," I smiled, "the one on the rear left of me was moving fast I was going to stomp on is instep. Right elbow to the one to my rear right's nose, while throwing a hot cup of coffee into the face of the leader. Side parry the roundhouse the one of the front right was going to throw into the one on the left. Then I'd improvise."

"Well I'm glad to see you're still your smart-ass self too sir," he laughed. My computer started beeping and butt-plug throbbed. "We also had to block your calls, sorry sir," he added.

YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE! Bellowed my hand held computer. Oh well.



Slave Immigrant Ch. 31



After receiving a cloned body I was immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. In the end I guess Human Recourses had figured me out correctly. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websites were tracked alright, but not by Homeland Security. I became a 24/7 Bonded Sex Slave with a 5 million credit debt to pay off. Worse still I didn't have any say on how or what I would be doing, I was a citizen but as a sex slave forfeited that right. 

The first part of my life was a great adventure with all sorts of people to have sex with; including some aliens. However after six months things got drab and I realized that I was subject to others whims and fancies. I had to dress in a fashion as prescribed by others and culture. Herdshe fashion; where men wore skirts, stocking and heels to make their genitals more presentable to their owners was what I now normally wore. Comfortable cotton underwear and jeans was but a distant memory.

Spankings that were a great foreplay from a male or female companion were now a punishment. I submitted to the punishments, and didn't need to be tied down as I suffered horrible beatings at the hands of my owners. The majority of the time I was in cock-chastity. Forcing my cock into plastic, or metal cages displaying me but not letting me enjoy sexual contact. Even what I was told to fuck somebody a strap-on was tied with a butt-plug up my asshole to remind me that I was owned. 

It was not all 24/7 fucking for me, even though I was owned by a corporation with over a hundred employees who could; with a simple memo, have me ready for sex when and when they please. I had a job at that same corporation where part of my wages paid off my fines. The day to day grind of playing office politics, sexual submission and wondering when it will all end grounded to my very soul. I often wondered; if Jane would still want me after all of this was over. 

I still would dream about her and what little sex we had. Our past experiences were foolish and child-like. A perfect dinner, entrainment, (with all these high electronics live acoustic performances were preferred,) and that special coupling. Would she caress my aching bottom? Unleash my cock and let me cum for the sheer pleasure and not as a seasoning on her meal.

Humans from Earth are born in a salt water environment. We have salt in our system to spare. Master Colin would take great delight in having a steak served at his favourite restaurant and then have me jerk off on his steak. It was a place where actors, reviewers, and people in the know were there to see and be seen. Rich industrialist and their trophy women, women and their pets would pause and give a long look.

"You're taking too long," snickered Colin who fiddled with his hand held computer. "Do I need to adjust your butt-plug to vibrated deeper and longer?" It was clear for me to see the graphics on his computer, the butt-plug went long and slender curving up my anal tract and rubbing my internal G-spot. I came immediately and nearly fainted while I tried to spray on his steak.

"You sprayed a drop on the table cloth," he snapped. "I'll have the waiter beat your bottom good before he serves my favourite ice-cream desert on your hot bottom. Now sit down and eat your Earth Cal-I-Fornication special."

His favourite desert was a version of a banana split served on my well spanked ass. The latest Earth Dish; the Cal-I-Fornication special was a version of the California Salad plate but with aphrodisiacs added. This would within a half hour make me as stiff as a flag-pole. If I was as well hung as a porno star, it would not be too bad of an idea but it was not. I had, what I hope was a normal size cock back on earth that was six inches long when hard. Out here normal seemed ten inches barely made it. Everybody could go to a Medi-Centre claim they felt inferior and get their cock made longer. Worse still my body was also modified with Heredshe glands which when aroused secret natural fats into my rectal cavity eliminating the need to lube my ass for fucking. Deeper into me sexual G-spot, similar to a woman's clitoris was inside my rectal tract where a ten inch man could make me experience multiple orgasms. I would often dream of Jane wearing a long deep strap-on, but would wake up with either Colin's or Jeff's cock up my ass. 

Even work became dull and boring as I ran through script after script of the same dull nonsense of the petty squabbling of family/business members. I even ran up a suggestion of a new show based on the life of Colin being a Heredshe refugee. I thought I might be able to get away from the office as Colin, Jeff, Cupcake and I became the stars of six pilot episodes of "Our New Family."

With very little scripting Cupcake and I show up as the displaced children of Colin a male refugee living in Central City. While a gay couple like Colin and Jeff are no new idea for such a modern city but a Heredshe Man who's children stole-ways on a star-liner claim refugee status and wish to be with their birth parent. Jeff a gorilla, became the comedy top banana and the show just flowed. Cupcake and I were even entered in Naught High School where we took classes and just "blended in," as the show unfolded. Then it all fell apart.

The network big boys wanted more identifiable stars and not to use slaves. As creators we stood to make a good cut of the profits as the show went on for a number of years. Cupcake pouted and wanted to rant and rave but her Master said no. Colin and Jeff were happy to go back to being just a couple movie critics, and me, well back to work. 

As the anniversary date of my first year as a slave drew near news agencies were working on updates of Slave's status. Interestingly enough everybody was earning well and will probably be out of slavery on that anniversary date; myself included. It was time to make plans.

*

"Hi Jane," I smiled at the phone. I did a little checking out and with considerable ease I was able to make contact with her. I was nervous as hell. The screen blankly looked back at me. Okay I was nervous. The phone rang and flashed a picture of Jane Speedwell. I gulped and turned on the phone.

"Hey Pontiac," she smiled at me, she was naked in front of the phone, oh that hurt. I was still in cock chastity with an annoying butt-plug up my ass. "Thought I would give you a preview of what happens when you are free."

"Don't," I gasped back. "Jeff and Colin are my new owners, and they keep me in cock-chastity. This is hurting," I was sweating like mad. "Look they are going to come home soon, I'm going to have to take a cold shower, I don't want to be punished for being all sweaty and....aroused." I went to turn off the phone.

Well you would think that on the last day at work there would be a party of something. I was sure half the staff would want to do parting swats, goodbye fucks, or something. I just gave instructions to my assistant to take over my job before heading into Uncle Paul's office.

"Sit down Pontiac," he smiled and pointed to a chair. "This evening I have to take you over to the Slave Administration Building where your neck collar will be taken off."

"Okay," I said feeling the collar under my shirt collar. "The thing has been on so long I keep forgetting it's there."

"Here is something else too," he said fumbling with a control on his desk and I felt my chastity units unlock. "You can take those off."

"You don't want to take them off me," I smiled as I reached under my skirt and fumbled with my panties, "one last fuck?"

"The secret to self enjoyment," chuckled Uncle Paul, "is; every time you fuck, fuck like it is the last time you fuck that person. So no I'm not going to fuck you, I've fucked you over enough." He sighed and sat back. "Tomorrow if you want to you can get a job at any Media Organization on the Planet or system. Because I own you your mail comes through my office first. I've placed the job offers in this file." He handed me a ram-stick. "The Office of the Planetary Governor told me to ignore this since it's just a distraction. Hell boy, you name it, you can have it."

"Interesting," I said, "give me a week to think it over."

"Okay," he sighed as he checked information on his desk. "I'm looking over new slaves up for sale from the Boom-Boom Room anyways. Humans from Earth have trickled down low. Many are 100% clones of their former selves. Yuck," he gasped looking at one photo of a naked woman. "This one needs major cosmetic surgery."

I took a look at the monitor; she was slightly pudgy, flat stringy hair, bad teeth and wore corrective lenses on her eyes. On a modern system people are monitored straight from conception. This poor girl had problems; but then again didn't have a part non-human DNA in her.

"What's her profile," I had to ask.

"She tops from the bottom," smiled Uncle Paul, "especially if she is not being punished hard enough. And has a wild and creative imagination that keeps clients on their toes. No genius IQ but she has potential."

"Well that's your problem," I sighed thinking of one hundred and one things that could be done to her.

"I don't know if I can trust her or not," sighed Uncle Paul as he sank into his chair. "We can now clone viable humans but to tell you the truth; none are as smart or superior than the first batch we had using Ancient enhancements."

"Then all you can do," I told him, "is to make sure you have good binding contracts. That should keep them as slaves for a very long time."

"I'm afraid so," he nodded as he shuffled through various electronic note-pads. "But your debt is paid, you even have dividends, you can live like a nobleman if you want to. But," he paused and looked away and out the window.

"What are you hiding back," I had to ask.

"You know what conspiracy theories are," he said.

"Sure," I laughed, "we have plenty of them back on Earth. Let me guess, you suspect I have "the Talent"." 

Having a Talent was like having ESP, the Force or Magical Ability. Harry Potter technically had a talent. All he did was use words, symbols, gestures, and a stick as a wand as his powers were drawn from within. Out here there was an exact science to study those powers and even a precise organization of such. Some claim that the slave collars create a dampening field that prevent Talents from reaching out or coming in. Prince Johnass Fracisco von Studdlebock was a prime example of the worst of them. He made Darth Vader look like an amateur.

"That's right," snapped Uncle Paul as he turned and glared at me. "You and I have had too many hits, jackpots of money through your ideas. And I'm a little scared that you may have a dark streak to get some sort of revenge on me."

"Revenge," I had to echo. He was angry and scared of me; I could see it in him. I let out a long sigh and hoped it would calm him too. "No, you treated me alright. You wouldn't give me a hard spanking if I didn't need it," the paused, "or wanted it."

"I suppose you want one now," he smiled as the fear went away.

"Little foreplay before a good ass fucking," I smiled.

"Drop'em and bend over the sofa arm," he told me.

*

A few hours later I was in a hover-taxi heading back to the Slave Administration Building. My owners allowed me to pack my belongings and them with my android were locked in a storage unit not far from the space-port. I choose to wear and Earth style suit. A black Armani, (well close enough to the real thing,) black T-shirt, black cotton boxer-briefs and socks all or my choosing. My shoes were synthetic with comfort soles that felt great. My slave collar was clearly visible.

Uncle Paul played the gracious and confident owner as he lead me through the crowd or Media and their questions. I guess in a sense he was a little nervous too because we both didn't know what to expect. As we showed our identification to the planetary police guards we entered into a private world. It was all business, uniformed guards and military personnel. I spotted a few other owners and their slaves.

"This way please," said a uniformed Police Officer as he lead us to an elevator.

The elevator was shielded and went off in an unknown direction. The Police Officer was a lieutenant, who was all business. He presented a clipboard with real paper on it.

"This is your official bill or sale," he told Uncle Paul. "You have full-filled your contract, the prisoner is now ours."

"Prisoner," echoed Uncle Paul.

"A formality of the occasion," he noted seriously, "Mister Jones here was a person of non-worth owing the state funds which had to be paid. So in a sense he was a prisoner."

"So what happens now," asked Uncle Paul.

"You get off," he nodded, and the door opens.

"What now," asked Uncle Paul as he stepped into a hallway.

"If the prisoner wants to contact you," concluded the Police Lieutenant, "he will." He closed the door and we moved on. He looked at me. "What do you know about anomaly lifts?"

"A force of energy," I told him, "which surrounds the car so that we feel no movement; we are in a hole in space."

"I was screened to do this job," he told me. "I'm a Zero Talent, Talents can't read or do anything to my mind. But if you are a talent, you might see an aura about my body. The talent is called Life Sense the ability to sense life. If here were insects in here you would be able to see them too. Are you ready to have me take off your collar?"

"Okay," I said, part of me wanted to kneel down. I went partly down.

"Hey," he snapped, "you don't have to suck my dick or anything."

"Well," I stammered, "I figured you need to get at my collar." He cursed in an odd language the reached over to my collar while holding something in his hand. There was an audible click, and then a psychedelic kaleidoscope went off. 

I blinked a few times as suddenly the hum of the air conditioning seemed to go on loud. I could hear my own heart-beat. I blinked my eyes and saw a calming blue radiance shine around the Police Lieutenant. Jane was not far away and we would be making love very soon.

"How do you feel," the Lieutenant's voice boomed in my head.

"Dizzy," I shouted. "Sorry," I then said, "I'm a Talent."

"Prince Otto figured you would be," he nodded and opened the door.

Jane was there, and I wanted to bang her right on the spot. But there was a crowd there with her. Prince Otto, various people and Marty. It was Marty, and this time he was wearing modern camouflage fatigues as he stood with some hot looking babe. Nobody noticed them as if they were ghost.

"What are you looking at," asked Jane.

"You won't believe me," I told her. Jane was but shimmering with white light around her, so too with Prince Otto.

"Try me," she smiled.

"I see a dead guy," I chuckled.

"Just him," she asked.

"There is a hot babe with him too," I added.

"Told you," Marty smiled at her.

"Ridiculous," snapped the hot babe. She walked around me, through furniture, even some people like a panther. "He is but as crude as you Martin, he needs training."

"So you and Jane can train him," said Marty.

"Martin," she explains to him, "we are but ghost, we can guide, we can advise, but we are not guardian angels." 

"Then why have I been following him all these years," asked Marty.

"Only you can explain that," she told him.

"I see you two are talking to the ghost again," Prince Otto told us.

"He's just jealous because he can't see us," said Marty smugly.

"You can't see them," I asked Prince Otto.

"He's not exactly all powerful," chuckled Jane as Otto pursed his lips.

"Before we can go any further," Otto said finally, "we have some business to discuss."

"Good," I agreed. "What happens next?"

"You have two choices," Otto told me. "You can take on the responsibilities of having a Talent, or not." That was when I noticed six armed guards, two women and four men surrounding us.

"You going to kill me," I had to ask.

"Certainly not," snapped Otto, "but we will have to have an answer now."

"You can always wear a collar or sorts," Jane told me as she put her arms around me. I felt dizzy and the room went cold. She put a necklace around my neck. The talent dampened out. "We could get married," she continued, "stay at home while I am out saving the Universe. A little stay at home husband." I took the necklace off, and my Talent Vision returned.

"And if I keep my Talent," I asked her.

"You join the Government for life," Prince Otto told me. "Somebody could train you, explore all your talent abilities, and..."

"Be all you can be," concluded Marty.

"Have a great life," concluded Prince Otto who had no idea what Marty was saying.

"What if I don't like it," I had to ask.

"You can quit," snapped Prince Otto, but his aura turned red.

"I can see you are fibbing," I told him.

"Okay," he sighed, "you can retire, but only when the state of emergency is over. You may find your services indispensible. So believe me, the pay is great, perks, and well as a clairvoyant you are not banned from making reasonable market investments."

"Reasonable," I echoed.

"Well you can't take over a planet," laughed Jane.

"I thought your family ran a planet, your highness," I nodded at Otto.

"My noble ancestor," sighed Otto, "was a Commander and the mantle of leadership put us in charge of one. So far I have avoided running one planet only to be placed in charge of this one."

"Okay," I said feeling the momentum coming over me. "I'll take the job. When do I start?"

"Tomorrow," said Prince Otto as he pinned an odd star shaped pin on my jacket lapel. "This identifies you as a Space Cadet, 3rd Class with Jane here as your Mentor/Instructor. When she is sure you can handle your Talents, you will then enter Officer Cadet Academy for proper training in the more mundane military aspects."

"Like you need to know how to shine your boots or how to march in step," chuckled Marty. The hot babe nudged him to be quiet.

"Now if you two and your guardian angels don't mind," smiled Prince Otto, "I have others to take care of."

Indeed he did; several other slaves were freed that evening with him present. Each time he gave the same little speech and two choices. There were other Talent Masters there and each person had a personal trainer. Jane led me out to a terrace.

"My personal flyer is over there," she pointed to a hovering mini-van. There was a charge light, and like something out of Star Trek, we teleported to inside the van.

"Oh wow," I said as I sank into the plush velour seats. "You own this thing?"

"It's a rental," she sighed, "I'm rarely anywhere very long. You own something like this you have to pay for storage and maintenance. Besides somebody else can always use the space. There is an automated driving system too. Driver," she called to a speaker box, "take us home." Then to me, "I do have a small apartment befitting my rank on the star-base."

It was my first time visiting a star-base. There wasn't much to see at night. I could pick out the barracks and other administrative building, no different than on Earth but in a larger scale. Because of the lack of space on the planet squads were marching and training even at night. A huge terraced apartment complex loomed up at us. The car took us to a platform/garden of a terrace suit.

"This is it," said Jane as she opened the door and stepped on to the patio.

As I followed I stepped through the field of the hover-car's drive and into the real unfettered world. Bugs fluttered to life. Their tiny brain activity radiated life. Even trees, shrubs, grass, all have a life of their own. Stepping on the grass made foot-prints of damage on the grass.




Slave Immigrant Ch. 31



"Oh my gosh," I gasped, "did I hurt the grass?" I danced over to a patio stone.

"No you just blotted out the light," she chuckled. "It is only a natural part of the world we live in. Come inside, relax, let's make love."

"I'd like that," I said taking her in my arms. We kissed. I wanted to kiss and taste her lips so much. It was the first time I ever kissed her while my Talent was active. Her sweet breath, salvia, her teeth, freshly cleaned, a faint taste of wine, eating something that reminded me of chicken. The warmth of her body aroused me. She was perspiring, sweat dribble from her armpits and down her back. Her crotch fluttered against her cotton panties. I could feel her pussy swell and flutter with preparation of sex and penis entry. Lights fluttered around us.

"What is that," I cursed breaking off. At first I thought it was robot news cameras and lights, but it was only a variety of insects.

"Let's go inside," Jane said as she lead me through a sliding window and through an electronic screen. 

"What's with the electronic screen," I asked her.

"I keep my bedroom lifeless," she explained as she put her jewellery on a side-table. "It's been a long time since I've lived in the jungle, they bug me too. I guess I've been civilized way too long. We have a long way to go."

"What about this I start work tomorrow stuff?"

"Well," she sighed as she took off her jacket. "I take you down to Base Administration and we get you signed in. All that StarForce Administration bullshit. Uniforms, pay, physicals, education examinations, and testing. Lots of testing, we have to interface with normal people and they need to have various guidelines. After talking to your friend Marty, I figure you would want to join the Space Marines first, then maybe the Commandoes."

"That sounds okay," I said as I took note of her apartment. A small living room that emptied into a kitchen with tasteful modern furniture. There was a opening to a bedroom, the opening was sliding walls so that I guess you could watch the far wall which was a video unit. I opened the fridge and got myself a glass of water.

"Can you get me some too," she asked me as she shrugged of her dress.

"I thought you were going to let me undress you," I said turning to her.

"Oh," she smiled taking the glass of water from me and emptying the glass. "I figured you might want to be dominated this evening."

"Maybe I want to be in charge," I said and I wrestled with her trying to undress her.

"Maybe I want to get you naked," she chuckled as my pants ripped and were pulled off me by an unseen force.

"Hey those clothes cost money," I snapped as I pulled at her very stretchy bra.

"Use your mind," she told me, as I felt the sleeves fall off my jacket. "Reach through you mind and see the seam. See the fragile thread used to sew them together. Break them." Her bra fell apart.

I could see them. It was easy, it just took a little concentration. After having to take on and tear off so many pieces of clothing I knew where the seams were. Even her socks unravelled into a pile to thread on the floor.

The walls moved apart as we wrestle/danced our way into the bedroom. Our thoughts became one as we ran our hands over each other's body. Her back felt firm and taunt. Her ass was firm and muscular. I could feel her squeezing and fondling my ass. We smacked each other on the bottom at the same time, hard and low wondering if we would feel the pain in the morning.

Before I knew it we were wrestling, laughing, and spanking each other's bottom into a fiery heat of passion. We rolled on the bed and orally tasted each other's sexual parts. I tasted and licked her sex while she sucked my cock as if it were her last meal. I fingered her asshole to make her hotter. More than just a finger entered my asshole. It felt like a cock riding down my anal passage and stroking my inner glands.

I dis-connected for a moment wondering how a cock could come from her finger. Then realized she was manipulating a cone of force from her finger. It was shaped like a cock, right down to ridges and knob. Her knuckles felt like a set of balls bouncing against my ass as she fucked me. It was as if an invisible man had mounted me while she was sucking me off. It was unbelievable pleasure, all I could do was sigh and enjoy it as I came in her mouth.

"Hey," she snapped as I felt a pain like a leather belt smack across my ass. "Get back to work." 

"Yes Mistress," I smiles and went back to giving her oral sex. I ate her and finger fucked her till she came. It was unbelievable to make her come. I could feel and sense her breathing, the rushing of blood, her body heaving. For a moment, my mind was with her and I experienced her orgasm. It felt great.

"This is called the sharing of minds," she gasped as we rested. "Soon I'll teach you how to double think. Part of your mind will work on exciting me, while another part will enjoy what I feel. Then you will triple think. Use your Talent to play a guitar while pleasing me. Quadruple, have more than one musical instrument playing. So-on and so-forth."

"Why don't we just turn on the stereo," I asked. 

"There is a big difference between pre-recorded sound and the sound of real instruments playing," she told me. "Now are you going to fuck me proper, or do I need to spank your ass some more?"

To say the least she did both. The Talent allowed her to manipulate items and move them around in the air while making love to me. Try that one Skywalker. What better way to learn how to use the Talent than by making love to a beautiful woman. At first it was just making the fridge door open and having a bottle of water float over to my hand. Then it became finding a level of control while I slept. Clairvoyance happens when you are at rest so visions of the future can really ruin your sleep.

At least I was mature enough to trust my Mentor as we worked out those problems. I guess part of me was worried about Uncle Paul and his little family/company of people. We kept in touch, partly because I wanted to make sure my business investments would provide financial security, and because I really did care about them. Action Network was able to grow and keep changing with the changing times.

As for me, well, there are state secrets I can't talk about. You see Earth is a Protected Planet, so there is much to keep from you. I learned how to control my talents, and then went on to Officer's Academy. 

I have to take a moment to talk about the Military. For one thing you have to one have a minimum level of intelligence. Talk about College level education is the bare minimum. Secondly for the most part everybody is a volunteer. Even as a Talent I could have taken a planet side job working in an office somewhere. They even have their own TV station. But well, I craved the adventure, and the danger. However it is not what I expected.

When I was an Army Cadet we went through the process of having a drill instructor yell at us, and coach us through everything from flushing a toilet to lacing our boots. But here it is different; they talk to you like an adult and carefully explain things. At times we were expected to do proper marching and snappy uniforms, but mostly is was a businesslike affair.

It was a special Talent Section where us Earth Hybrids were kept and integrated into the Military. Marty and Jane wanted me to start slowly, but the Hot Babe, Tirestra a warrior/witch, felt I should take my time and learn to become a Commando. So while other Hybirds went on up the ranks I eventually became a Squad Leader to a platoon of Space Commandos and later a Platoon Commander.

In the middle of one planetary campaign I rose through the chain of command to becoming a Battalion Commander. After we were pulled out of the system and back to base I had a choice; command a Brigade or to join Space Command as a Space Navy Ensign. You see if I have experience in the space navy that was the only way to become a Fleet Commander. It also led me to becoming Jane's Aid and we could work together.

Ahh the things you do just to have great sex. I didn't care if I went from being a Lieutenant Colonel to Lieutenant and serving under my wife. Nothing like having your commanding officer gives you a great blow-job. Or require you to almost nightly give her a good spanking because she needed to be reminded she has to be polite to subordinates who at times need to be corrected. Sometimes I found myself across her lap being spanked while taking dictation. However we eventually found ourselves both needing a little discipline in our live, thus we went back to Mandy.

Sometimes I think every household should have a Mandy. We would get back to base after a long voyage and rough duty spending two days in bed being lazy. Sure enough Mandy would come out of the closet and put things in order. We would go back to getting up at regular hours, exercising, and eating regular balanced meals. This also led to it into giving us regular discipline. So we kept a condo in the Free-zone clean and waiting for our return from various missions to stay at home and play house.

To say the least life is good. Hold on to your dreams, and who knows what would come next.