8 comments/ 18556 views/ 6 favorites The Orange Door By: Wifetheif My wife Amber and I were taking a walk around our neighborhood when it happened. The walk is something we did with some regularity since we moved into our small apartment. It was the perfect time of togetherness for the two of us. Both of us were getting established in our careers. Amber, all five foot five of her, with long copper hair, fantastic legs, brilliant blue eyes, and great tits, was actually a junior editor for a woman's fashion magazine. She likes to dress up for work at her office but not at home. It doesn't bother Amber that I am not much taller than she is I'm five foot eight but when I'm with her I feel like an NBA starting center. I have black hair and, even if a say so, a nice physique. I recently took a job as an assistant tennis coach at the local university. Both of us could only go up and on to better things. The two of us had been married just over two years on the night of this particular walk. The moon was shining high and we were in fine spirits. The two of us were amused by a news blurb we had read. Some tribe or cult, I forgot which, had made a prediction that the world was supposed to end at midnight. We walked arm in arm just before before midnight talking about all of the past failed predictions. The year 1.000, the year 2001, 2012, all of the rest. False predictions were kind of hobby of mine. I had a little scrap book where I pasted the false Rapture ravings of televangelists, ancient Maya tribes, Druid, Roman, and every other flavor of error. I planned to put a big check mark next to the latest clipping in my scrapbook at 12:30 denoting another failed prediction. We were four blocks from home when Amber noticed a bit of shimmering just ahead. It looked like an orange beam of light reflecting upon a gossamer curtain. My lovely wife mentioned that the oblong orange wispy shape looked like a doorway. "Well then Amber my angel, why don't we take a step through that door?" It seemed funny that shimmering seemed to stabilize and grow more intense as we approached. Still in light spirits, we strode towards the flickering beams. Even though we could see our familiar city street through what we thought was a trick of light, once we set foot through the misty barrier we entered a vast darkness. Amber screamed "Ben" and I tried to pull her close. Despite my efforts we became separated and my arms were filled with inky blackness. I heard Amber scream once more and then everything in my brain matched the black surroundings and I passed out. I awoke an unknown time later on a dune of ocher sand. Nothing seemed normal. Right away I noticed the three suns in the sky. Wherever I was it was not on earth. I called for Amber as loud as I could and heard her voice weakly off to a distance. After a half hour of searching I discovered Amber buried to her waist about a mile away. It took the two of us to dig her out. Our hands were sore and Amber's nails were a mess before she was able to stand free of the sand pit. Her jeans were torn at the knees but otherwise she was fine. She took off her light jacket and shook out the sand. Underneath her baby blue jacket Amber had worn a simple white blouse. It was fortunate that she was wearing lace up brown boots or her footwear would have been lost in the sandpit. Amber and I scaled a dune and took a gander at our surroundings. For kilometer upon kilometer there seemed to be only the ocher sand. Amber is a brilliant woman and deduced as quickly as I had that we were not on any place known as earth. "Well Ben, IF we ever get back home you will have to put a big question mark next to tonight's entry." Amber scanned the horizon and thought she spied some trees behind one of the dunes off to our west. If that direction was the west. We were fortunate that weather was reasonably cool, as the walk was arduous. What had first appeared as an indistinct green blob revealed itself to be a plateau dotted with foliage. Whatever they were looked similar to trees on earth. We heard the unmistakable sound of rushing water; that was a gift from heaven as both of us were parched We came to the foot of the prominence to discover what was clearly a stairway cut into the rock surface itself. The carved staircase was geared for beings a bit taller than humans. We had to take three steps to tread over each riser. At the top of the staircase was a flagstone lined plateau and a beautiful pool surrounding a small waterfall. The plaza was evidence of civilization and the water provided evidence that we would live. Amber and I had not talked much during our hike to this oasis, our parched throats were not conducive to conversation. We began to make up for lost time. Taking in the stonework and the artificial bottom to the pool surrounding the waterfall demonstrated that there was intelligent life upon this planet. We also wondered how we had traveled here. As best as we could discern, we had passed through some sort of inter-dimensional gateway. "How will we ever get home Ben?" Amber asked me. "We passed through that door once, perhaps we can find it again." I replied. "We have no idea where that door is, or if we find it that it will transport us back to earth. I afraid Ben that we a stuck here. Maybe forever." My heart fell as I considered Amber's words. "There HAS to be a way home." I replied stubbornly. "I know that you want to believe that Benjamin but we have to be realists. In any event it will make a marvelous book one day. " Whenever Amber called me "Benjamin" and not just "Ben" It meant she thought I was acting childish and stupid. I decided to quiet myself. We took a look a long walk around the flagstone topped oasis. There was a definite pattern to the layout. Trees in one area, large succulent looking bushes in other areas. There was a strange alphabet on various objects and walls. It was an odd script it looked like a cross between Chinese and Korean. There were not as many characters as Chinese and it seemed to have a uniformity like Korean. We saw many of the letter patterns repeat themselves in the script all over the landscape. "You know Ben, I think I could figure this alphabet out if I had a week and some sort of Rosetta Stone. Despite the complexity of the characters it looks like a fairly simple and straightforward language." After a while we took off our shoes and socks, rolled up our pants legs and dangled them into the beautiful clear pool surrounding the small waterfall. Our backs were turned to the staircase that led to the plaza as we talked softly. The only sound was the steady gentle roar of the waterfall. We were not aware of and never heard our captors until we felt their arms encircle us. I fought like mad but I was hopelessly outmatched. Then I saw why. The man pinning me down was huge, at least six foot five with iron sinews for muscles. In moments both Amber and I were hogtied and had been set down next to each other on some kind of furred mat. My eyes drank in the sight of the entire tableau. There were seven of them, all tall muscled and very dark. On earth I would have taken them for Middle Easterners or Indians from the subcontinent, Their eyes however were all a steel gray with flecks of blue. Some had brown hair the rest had hair as black as pitch. With them were beasts of burden. Great bipedal birds that resembled giant emus, they were grayish blue. Instantly I realized that these were obviously the creatures that the staircase been built for. My eyes caught Amber's, she was a terrified as I was. We heard them talking excitedly among themselves. Their language reminded me a bit of the Mandarin you hear on shortwave out of China with a darker, guttural thread passing through it. The discussion was quite animated. Four of the large men produced guns that resembled old time blunderbusses but each was mounted with a stiletto like bayonet. The way the quartet handled the weapons, they clearly understood how to use them to maximum efficiency. I feared that they had decided to kill us right then and there. Instead, the one I took to be the leader unfastened the ropes binding first Amber and then myself. Warily we rose to our feet, working out the kinks form having our limbs restrained. Amber and I each tried to say a few words but the leader frowned. He made motions with his hands and pointed to his own garment, a green Nehru type button-less shirt and a pair of loose slacks. At last Amber understood his meaning. "We are prisoners Ben and he wants us to strip." "My God Amber, are you sure?" "Yes darling and I think we best get moving the leader seems to be getting impatient." Just as Amber finished speaking the four rifle bearers leaned in menacingly towards us. Hastily I tore off my sweatshirt and unbuttoned the blue shirt I was wearing underneath it. I could not help but notice that the leader and the other men were eying myself and Amber quite differently as we pared down to our birthday suits. I could not help but notice Amber's actions as well. She slid off her jacket and then unbuttoned her white blouse. The eyes of the leader and the men manning the rifles eyes filled with appreciation once they spied Amber's fabulous tits, barely restrained by her white lace bra. I must have dawdled a bit because I was yelled at for not moving fast enough. I slid of my pants and briefs. Amber loosed her tits to the elements and I could tell that these aliens were equipped with penises just like men on earth. Obvious bulges filled their pants. At last Amber slid off her peach colored panties and her delightful copper covered pussy was obvious to all. The men pointed and laughed at my penis. That stung but Amber never complained about my size. I was always able to make her happy. Next the bayonets were fixed upon my throat holding me in place while the leader examined Amber. My wife was quite brave as the huge man ran his fingers through her long copper hair, sniffed her head to toe. I was really pissed off when he practically inserted his nose into Amber's lovely thatch of womanhood and inhaled her feminine essence. He gave her a very thorough inspection everywhere. When he was satisfied the man moved on to me. I knew better than to protest when he forced my mouth open to examine my teeth and had me move around so that he could ascertain how nimble and fit I was. He sniffed me as well but not with the interest or intensity he had shown in examining Amber. The crowning indignity was when he shoved a finger up my asshole. I nearly forgot where I was and struck back at him. Instead I filled his ear with English and French invectives. The last order, we understood at last was to hand over our jewelry. I ceded my watch, wedding ring and my college fraternity ring. I knew I would never see them again. Amber had several earrings. She took her time removing them. I saw her eyes fill with tears as she slid off her wedding and engagement rings. The big leader pocketed all our rings and other baubles. I saw one of the men gather up all of our clothing even our shoes and socks that had been sitting by the pool. The leader then shouted a series of commands I saw a large man approach me with something metallic in his hands. I tried to shrink away and was clouted by a rifle butt. Amber screamed and the man continued to bear down on me. I came out of my daze just as the large man had finished locking me into the device I stood up to realize that I was now clad in some sort of chastity belt. It held my penis in a downward curve. I could urinate but erections were clearly now impossible. I did not know if I should be thankful that they intended to preserve my chastity in this new world or fearful that I would never be permitted to have sex again. To my right I saw another man step away from Amber. She too was clad in a chastity device of some kind. It hid her womanhood in a metal cloak with straps running up to just below her navel. The leader then presented Amber with a white cloth and instructed her to put it on. It resembled a cropped Tee shirt and hid Amber's luscious breasts from view, something she seemed thankful for. The shirt still exposed most of Amber's taut muscled tummy but at least her tits were not exposed. Amber and I were bound once more and strapped to the back of one of the large birds. I was reminded of the time, as a child, when I rode an elephant at a circus. Amber and I were gagged so that we could not talk but we communicated as best we could with our eyes, head nods and body language. The group of men was out of our view for a long time. Apparently they were busying themselves with whatever business had brought them to this oasis to begin with. We were moved into the shade to keep the now hot suns off our backs. After a very long time the bird we were strapped to was led to the pool where it drank its fill of water. The men mounted the remaining birds, the leader mounted our bird and followed the others down the staircase. At the bottom of the stairs awaited some wagons. Obviously they had been unhitched from the birds so that the animals could climb the stairs. Amber and I were placed on the fur lined mat and the mat was placed into the back of one of the wagons. The cargo of the wagon, boxes and barrels, was shifted to make room for us. Amber and I were placed face to face. I forced my body to crawl and close the short distance between us. Her soft warm skin felt wonderful against my own. It was at least several hours later the three suns had shifted in the sky creating an eerie type of twilight. The orbs of two moons began to climb the sky. We entered a city The architecture seemed to all be stone and brick. The wide streets were lined with huge trees and smart little houses. Whatever else, I thought to myself, this world certainly has pretty towns. I noticed lights going on behind the windows. It was not the glow of electric lamps like on earth, nor was it candle, or gas. Apparently this world had some sort of science. That was good, perhaps some resident of the city knew where the orange door opened and could direct us home. It was the only hope to hang onto. At length we arrived at a building that reminded me of a barn. The wagons of our caravan entered the building and the doors closed behind us. Other carts and wagons with goods were already in the large open room. Suddenly I realized that tomorrow must be market day. Suddenly I was very fearful. Amber and I were loosed from our bonds and marched over to a a cage in the corner. There was straw on the floor and something that I took to be a toilet and water fountain. At last our gags were removed. We understood the body language of the leader, we were not to yell or speak loudly. The door to the cage closed behind us with a sickening thud. A formidable lock looked unpick-able, even if we had a bobby pin or some other piece of thin metal. Amber and I drank. Amber figured out how to use the toilet. Her device did not impede urine. I took a piss after she was finished. Until the lights went out Amber and I tried our hands at removing our chastity devices. I had to admire the engineering even as I cursed its achievement. Amber and I hugged and spoke in whispers. "What do you think will happen to us honey?" I asked. "You know as well as I do Ben. It's a vile word ... slavery." "Oh come on, not in this day and age." "Benjamin, don't be so dense. This isn't earth. We are nothing more than commodities here. Just another good to go on the wagon." "Look Amber. It can't be that hopeless. This planet has to have scientists. One of them must know the way back to earth." I replied, trying to inflect hopefulness into my tone. "Ben what scientists know about that orange "door" we passed through on earth? Why would anyone on THIS world know about it? Earth is probably more advanced than this place. Face it Ben we are shit out of luck." There was an air of finality in Amber's voice as she said those words. Amber's last words that night were a dire,"I swear I will kill myself before I let one of those gorillas have their way with me." Not able to conceive of a reply, I simply took Amber in my arms and kissed her deeply. She kissed me back. Sex was impossible in our devices. My penis was in agony as it fought to become erect but failed miserably. The cold metal about my loins was the worst kind of prison. I kissed Amber all over and nibbled her breasts until she cooed with pleasure. We might be separated soon so we were going to enjoy every moment that we still had. Several hours later we fell asleep in each other's arms. My sleep was fitful and I had horrible dreams. So did Amber. We were awakened the next morning when one of our captors slid a tray of food into our cell. The meal consisted of a deep yellow bread and some purple fruits shaped like pears. Amber and I were so hungry that we dug into the food with gusto. The bread reminded me of sourdough. I can't describe the taste of the fruits other than to say That I had never tasted anything like them before and that they were delicious. After eating we washed our hands and faces in the fountain. After bathroom breaks we sat and held each other some more. The leader of the gang and two of his companions who had captured us appeared before our cage. The leader was carrying a whip and all of them held a large pistol. "I think it best we cooperate!" said an alarmed Amber. The leader cracked the whip twice. He did not strike us but it sounded like a firecracker next to our ears. Following his urging we were led out into the daylight and down the paved walk to a large open plaza. Amber and I were led to a series of poles. They resembled nothing so much as giant hitching posts. Amber and then myself had our hands bound and we were lashed to the tall posts. Amber looked at me forlornly. A short time later other people were brought into the plaza and tied to other poles. The women of this planet were gorgeous. They were all about three inches taller than myself. Their legs were long and shapely, like Amber's, and they had lithe arms, flat tummies, and ample busts. Their hair was long and lovely and their eyes were so striking when compared to their dark skin. There were also men lashed to the line of poles. All of us were clad identically, the men and women is chastity devices and the women in cropped tops. Judging by the forlorn looks on all present, there was no doubt that we were all intended for sale. "Ben. I love you." Said Amber "I doubt that we will ever see each other again. I do NOT want to die but if these creeps think that they can use me like some sex toy they are in for a surprise. Ben, I will say goodbye to you now for if one of these awful men touch me I swear that I will find some way to off myself. No man can ever take your place and no man ever will. Promise me that you will live and find some way to escape and find the doorway to home." "Amber, it can't be that bad. Promise me that you will live. I could not go on if I thought you were dead." "My mind is made up honey." Said Amber with finality. I don't know how long I hung there one my tiptoes and hanging by my wrists. There was a puddle of urine under each one of us lined up for sale after a while and the suns climbed a bit higher in the sky. If this was earth I would consider this part of day noon as the three suns were all the zenith of the sky. As I feared the sales began a short time later. A pair of rough looking attendants, much taller and burlier than the ordinary huge men of this planet untied and began to lead away each victim in turn. I was surprised there was not more resistance. Some dragged their feet at first but the big bruisers knew just where to apply pressure to the body to force compliance. After seeing them work on the first few "items of merchandise" everyone else glumly complied. They disappeared behind a wall but the cadence of an auctioneer is plain as day no matter the language. The Orange Door Ch. 02 I can't say that I was happy with my condition in life, but I did begin to see my Master in a new light. After my brief reunion with Amber he seemed to become gentler with me and more patient. He was less likely to have my collar choke me as the first means to get me to obey. He also did not manhandle me as much. I was still very much his toy, but he seemed kinder. My desire for death was transitory. I had to hold onto the hope that Amber would get me out of here and back to earth somehow. I realized that I had to make the most of my situation. Kissing and sucking off my master became less and less of a chore. They were never entirely pleasurable but both were preferable to death. When I relaxed, being plowed up the ass was often quite enjoyable. I began more adept, if not necessarily enthusiastic, at returning my Master's affections, which really pleased him. As I became competent in the language we conversed more and more. I realized that he was really infatuated with me, beyond infatuated really. My Master was crazy about me. He loved my short stature and handsome features. He loved to sit me on his lap and snuggle me. Gradually I came to totally relax under his touch. I tried to imagine that he was Amber or that I was Gulliver and he was Brobdingnagian giantess. After a while, that is what he became to me. I found that my position as my Master's favorite possession granted me a high status in the mansion. Most of the maids deferred to me and treated me with respect. Only the highest ranking maids and Arthi, my Master's huge man servant treated me with something verging on contempt. I realized that so many of these maids hoped that I would put a good word in for them with the Master. Sometimes I did and I was rewarded in turn with goodies, maybe a bottle of sweet wine, or small tasty food stuffs. I never got tired of the purple pears, called gremalis in the language, and the yellow bread always made me happy. The highlight however was an especially cute maid named Nella. She asked me very sweetly to see if I could get the Master to move her from floor polishing duty to to the linen room. Understandably, she preferred mending fabric to being on her knees all day. I gently worked her name into a conversation with my Master to that effect. My Master thought that I had a good instinct about the help, and a short time later Nella moved upstairs to the linen room. Nella really knew that she would fit in there. Her mother had taught her to be a seamstress before Nella had become a slave. The subsequent good words about Nella from the linen chief had the effect of making me look like a genius. My Master showered me with kisses and presented me with two nifty platinum bracelets. I didn't even mind the sex he expected in return for the baubles. To my utter delight a few days later when I went to report for my morning bath , the usual maid , Dejan was not there. Nella had bribed her so that SHE could give me my bath. This bath was the most enjoyable of my captivity. Nella liberated my penis from its cage. My small size did not phase her in the least. She gave me a very brief but heavenly session of fellatio and then jerked me off. My hard on barely filled half of her soft palm. I had my first ejaculation since coming to this world. It felt so good I thought I would pass out. Just as soon as this delight had transpired, I was once again in my chastity device and Nella had me swear to keep this episode secret forever. After that day, whenever we passed in the halls, which was seldom, we exchanged subtle nods and smiles. Life settled into a routine. Sex with my Master, was simply a fact of life at this point. Responding to My Master's overtures, embraces and sweet talk was second nature to me now. I realized that he was at heart a very nice and loving man. The fact that he was gay was certainly not my problem. I coped as best as I could and studied him from up close. I saw much that I liked. He treated his slaves excellently and was a fine host when he held parties or banquets. For these events I was dressed in a green, silver trimmed, tailored suit. It had an open jacket and pants that stopped above my knees but it was a delightful change from my usual outfit which was just one step above nudity. I would sit on a low stool at my Master's right hand. Usually he would have me perfumed my skin oiled. I could tell that the scheduled event was important when he performed these tasks himself. I realized something was up when the Master prepared me for one of these events and then gave me an unusually stern admonition before we left his quarters for his banquet hall, "Delem my sweet. I expect you to be on your very best behavior tonight. If you are not I promise you that I will discipline you thoroughly and most severely." He kissed me, placed his arm over my shoulder and escorted me to his banquet hall. I was startled by the arraignment of the room. Raised up on a dais was a long table. Seated behind in dead center was Amber! Seated next to her was a tall and powerful looking young man who looked a great deal like my Master. My blood froze when I realized that this was Amber's wedding party! I drank the tableau in. Amber was clad in a form-fitting yellow dress. It had a deep decolletage and a slit up one leg but it concealed far more than it revealed. Her hair was styled perfectly and fell down her back in lovely ringlets, rarely had I seen her look more beautiful. Still she wore a collar about her neck marking her as a slave. In that way we were still equal. I took a very long look at her fiance. His dark features were staggeringly handsome. On earth he could have been a movie star. His white teeth and his large gray-blue eyes were set above a strong chin. His nose was not as broad as most men on this planet and his hair was dark brown. He wore a sash about his forehead with a red gem resting in the middle of it. I understood enough of the culture and had attended enough banquets and festivals to know that the sash was the outward symbol that the wearer was the main celebrant for the evening. He was clad in a yellow outfit the same shade as Amber's. It consisted of a sleeveless tunic which exposed the impressive muscles of his arms and shoulders and yellow pants that fit snugly enough to demonstrate that his manhood was impressive even by the standards of this planet. The world spun and I felt like I was going to vomit. I nearly stumbled before I settled into my stool. I felt my Master's hand upon my back. He was not only steadying me he was reminding me of his authority and his threat. As I entered Amber briefly looked my way. A parade of emotions marched across her face before she forced them away with an incandescent smile. Her happiness did not appear forced. I steeled myself. This was not going to be an easy night for me. I realized or, at least I hoped, that it would be a difficult night for Amber as well. There was the usual din of an assembled mass of people and then my Master strode forward and asked for silence. "Good people tonight we announce the bonding of my nephew Sirti to the beautiful off-worlder, Demaha. When I spied her for sale I realized that she would be a perfect present for Sirti who is my favorite among my sister's children. Little did I know just how deeply Siirti would appreciate my gift. Tonight as part of the pair bonding ritual, Demaha will be freed. The bond becomes legal in the eyes of the law at noon at the next equinox but as of tonight they will be settling into rooms I have set aside for them. Sirti will be trained to run my business affairs and instructed in how to keep this mansion running for when I am old and infirm or have passed away. Only my prize slave Delam holds a firmer hand upon my heart. It is with great joy that I announce that tonight Sitri becomes my soul heir." The room broke into loud applause and Sirti leaned over and kissed Amber very deeply. It was very clear to my eyes that my wife was enjoying the kiss and had no problem kissing him back. My stomach was in free fall from orbit as I tried to control my breathing and get a handle on my emotions. On the way back to his set, my Master embraced me and kissed me. He whispered in my ear, "I know this is difficult for you. You are behaving admirably. If you continue to behave yourself I will give you a present that I am sure you will enjoy. Something I have never given you before." I had no idea what my Master had in store for me but I DID know that causing a scene would be counter productive to both myself and Amber/ Demaha. I tried to remove the look of betrayal from my face and replace it with a simple bland smile. Amber did look my way after my Master had finished kissing and embracing me. I saw concern in her eyes and affection. It was at that point that I realized that, at least on some level, Amber's heart was not entirely reconciled to her fate. The rest of the night, she avoided catching my eye.. A band in the corner began playing. The music of this world is very pretty. To my ears it sounded a bit like traditional Chinese music with a wicked bass accompaniment. It was really impressive the amount of sound a simple quartet could get out of their instruments. There were traditional songs by a beautiful alto lead singer and a few communal sing-alongs. After the main course Amber and her fiance rose from the table and took up positions before a portable altar. I had read as much as I could about the religious beliefs of my captors. I had hoped to find evidence of an abolition movement like those of the nineteenth century on earth. I was really looking for some moral principle I could confront my Master with and demand my freedom. To my disappointment and surprise, there was no such movement. The "god" of these people is an impersonal force called Eshi. Their deity had called the world into creation and then exiled himself from the world he had made. It was believed that the lot dealt you by life was neither good nor evil and was not necessarily immutable. Slaves were treated well, sometimes earned or were granted their freedom, there was little poverty, the rich were heavily taxed and content to see that their wealth did the most good. Misers were treated like pariahs. On the political front there had not been much more than border skirmishes and occasional roving banditry for last several centuries. There were always the bands of slavers but they usually only took people wandering alone in the countryside or during border raids. Slavery was considered an essential element of life so the slavers were tolerated. Every politician paid lip service to eliminating them. Those very same politicians took the slavers huge bribes and the world continued to rotate as it always had. Although Eshi took no part in the affairs of men it was believed that some part of his essence was present for certain rituals, birth, adulthood ceremonies, pair bonding, and death. Clergymen busied themselves with these rituals and the occasional public addresses at the death of a high ranking social or political figures. I saw one such clergyman take a position before Amber and Sitri. I can't tell you what emotions coursed through my mind. I was in too much shock to react. As the ceremony began, Amber knelt before Sitri and bent her head low. Sitri then stated how much he loved and respected my wife he made many promises and then stated that he would gift her her freedom out of his devotion for her. With a ceremonial gold-plated key, he unlocked and removed Amber's collar. Cheers filled the banquet hall as the collar clattered to the floor.. Amber then rose and Sitri knelt before her. Amber's words were emblazoned on my soul as though burned in with a laser, "I Demaha, take you Sitri as my bond mate. You are so caring and so handsome. I have come to love you very deeply. I thank you for my freedom and I forswear all others at your discretion and promise you the comfort of my body in any way you wish for as long as you wish. I offer you my heart in the hope that this pair bond is forever." There were some more to the ritual but I ceased listening. I did not hear an ounce of equivocation in Amber's promise to the man next to her. I began to visualize Sitri's massive cock pleasuring Amber and I feared that my wife would soon forget all about me and my minuscule equipment. Tears came to my eyes but I wiped them away before they were observed. Never in my life had I felt lower. Not even the first unwanted encounter with my Master was anywhere near as bad. A short time later the ceremony was over. Sitri presented Amber with a necklace of radiant gems. I understood this to be the symbol of a free, married woman on this planet. Amber presented Sitri with a titanium ring bearing a large girasol, The symbol of a free, married man. After the exchange the two kissed while the clergyman sealed their bond. There were loud cheers from everyone in the room save myself and the happy couple. A communal dance broke out and my Master compelled me to participate. There was much merriment and rejoicing. Huge flagons of the very powerful wine of this planet were distributed to all present. I drank heartily hoping to dull the pain. It almost worked. At last the festivities ended. On the dais came the final ritual of the evening. Amber unbuttoned Satir's yellow tunic, exposing his impressive pecs and washboard abs. He bent low to allow her to kiss her way up from his navel to his nipples. Amber really seemed to be enjoying herself. The task finished, with a great deal of ceremony and teasing, Amber tossed the garment into a crowd of single women and female slaves. I nearly had a heart attack as I watched Sitri's huge form disappear under Amber's skirt. A short time later he emerged with Amber's yellow panties in his teeth! All the men hollered and then the "groom" tossed Amber's unmentionables into a scrum of single men and male slaves. I actually saw some punches exchanged before one of the men came up with the panties. The winners of the respective garments exchanged their items with each other and rewarded their opposite number with a a very deep and erotic kiss . Sitri picked up Amber in his big strong arms. She appeared to weigh nothing in his grasp. My Master then grabbed my collar and gathered me to his side. Together we led the way to the rooms set aside for the newly bonded couple. To my considerable relief it was in a different wing of the mansion from the one shared by me and my Master. With great ceremony my Master opened the door to the room and Sitri carried Amber in and the door closed behind them. I caught one last view of Amber, looking impossibly beautiful and smiling broadly before she vanished from my sight. Inside my chastity device, I felt my penis try to break free and fail miserably. The milling crowd offered one final cheer and cleared away so that the band could set up. Through a speaker in the wall, the band would serenade the lovers for the entire night playing soothing, romantic music. My master waited until the entire crowd, except the band, had departed before he turned to me. "Delam, you did very well tonight. I hope that you like your surprise." He wrapped his arm about me as we returned to our quarters. "While I am feeling very romantic, Delam I know that your mood would not be receptive to me tonight. And I must say that If I were you, I would feel the same way." We entered into my Master's room and he guided me into the small room off his where I sometimes slept or had to enter to make myself scarce when my Master was discussing business or other private matters. We were not alone. Awaiting us was a very pretty and very young slave. She was beautiful if a bit short by the standards of this world. Still, she towered over me. She curtsied for my Master and smiled sweetly at me. My master took out the key to my chastity device and handed it to the young slave. "Woman you will obey Delam as though he were me tonight and give him ANYTHING that he asks for. Behave as a woman who WANTS to please him and not as one compelled. If I receive a good report on you from Delam I will assign you to any job that you want in this mansion." Her eyes lit up when she heard the Master's promise. She reached for the key with an expression that positively delighted me. Before leaving my Master turned to face me. He stroked my hair and ran his fingers down my chest to the belt of my shorts. "Delam, this is an exceptionally rare gift which I am presenting to you. If you push away the last of your resistance and love me with all of your heart and are always enthusiastic when we make love I MAY from time to time repeat this gift. But you must be a very good and a supremely willing young man from this point on. Do you understand me?" I nodded my head in the affirmative repeatedly and then I threw my arms about him and received his kiss. I tried kissing him back with the most enthusiasm I could muster. My master seemed genuinely taken with my kiss. He smiled and opined., "If I get lots of THAT from now on, Delem. Perhaps you will not have to wait so very long for another such gift." With that my Master exited the room and pulled the door closed behind himself. I heard the deadbolt slide into place. I turned and gazed upwards to face the young slave. "What is your name, beautiful?" I asked her. "My name is Betrah (which means moonrise) and I am yours to command. What would you have me do Master?" I had her undress me and free my manhood. Betrah greeted my minuscule erect cock with a wan smile. I was so pleased that she did not laugh, otherwise the night would have been off to a difficult start. I took a very long time in undressing her. I wanted to savor and commit every moment to memory. Who knew when or, if ever, I would get this opportunity again? First I removed the green cropped top. I had to marvel at the design. It supported the breasts but made them enticing to the eye. I reveled in unclasping my first alien brassier. Betrah's tits were fantastic. She was of modest cup size but her breasts were perfect mounds of beauty. Each dark breast was surmounted by a lighter areola and broad nipple. Unlike on earth women, here the areolas were irregular but vaguely heart shaped. I had her sit down on the bed and then I began to nibble on Betrah's succulent flesh. Betrah really seemed to enjoy my endeavors. I heard her breath become more rapid. I worked my way down to her short skirt. Like the top it opened in the back. I gently rolled her to her side and unfastened the skirt. It fell open leaving her in just her scanty green panties. These tied with laces on the right hip. I unfastened these ties with my teeth and tongue and beheld her feminine glory. I expected it to be hairless as slaves are required to be depilated by law. I did not expect it to be so beautiful. It was one of the finest snatches I have ever seen in real life or in pornographic movies. I could see the first beads of her female juices in the soft light of the room. Tentatively I began to explore her sex with my tongue. She tasted like honey laced with cinnamon. I really got into servicing Betrah. She began panting and shouted my name which delighted me. I watched an orgasm course through her body and then I mounted her with my stubby rod. I had fears that Betrah would not even notice that my manhood was inside her but she became even more passionate. For the first time in longer than I could determine I came inside a woman. My first sexual encounter in longer than i could remember, pushed me into heaven. Betrah wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me tight. It felt wonderful. It scarcely mattered that she was a head taller than myself. Tears of delight came to my eyes. I made love to Betrah three more times that night. Fellatio with her was almost comical. I was so small, she looked like a earth baby tugging at a pacifier. Still, it felt marvelous. After many long hours we collapsed into each others arms and blissfully entered dreamland. I had only a darting thought of Amber off in her room in this same mansion. I forced the thought away and concentrated on the wonder of Betrah in my bed. The Orange Door Ch. 02 I awoke to my Master gently shaking me awake. I did not even pause a moment before I planted a sincere kiss on his lips. That caused him to smile. We spoke very quietly so as not to wake Betrah, who was still wrapped about me, a blissful smile on her lips. Carefully I untangled myself and took my Master's hand. I followed him back to his room. I knew exactly what he wanted and I gave it to him unhesitatingly and as passionately as I could possibly muster. With the promise of perhaps more nights like the one I just spent tantalizingly in the future I suppressed my every innate distaste and preformed like a champ. The smile on my Master's face once I was finished was as luminous as Betrah's had been the night before. Later we showered together and were seated at breakfast when Betrah sheepishly exited from my room into the Master's chambers. Her hair was a bit disheveled and she had trouble at first meeting the eye of myself and my Master. He took the lead, "Good morning Betrah. You have done very well. I trust that you might be amenable to a repeat performance sometime in the future?" Betrah looked at me then at my Master and then nodded. "Well then girl, where would you like to serve?" "Master I am very partial to animals, may I work in your stables? I would love to tend to the bachtrains." Bachtrains were animals that vaguely resembled a sheep or a goat. They were used to mow the lawns of the manor. Apparently they were fairly inoffensive beasts who were used for little else since they tasted terrible. A very tasty cheese was made from their milk however. My Master thought for a moment and said, "While that is ordinarily a male slave's work I suppose I could allow you to do the task. I will give you a probationary period. If you do a satisfactory job for a month the task becomes yours permanently. Now you have earned yourself a day off. Return to the slave dormitory and report to the stables tomorrow morning at first light." Betrah curtsied and gave my Master a grateful thanks and left the room as though she were walking on air. My Master watched her leave and then turned to me. "Delam, once we are finished eating , you will be returned to your chastity device. Much as I would like to trust you, I have no doubt that, left to your own devices I would soon catch you screwing the maids or even jerking off without my permission. I own you Delam, EVERY part of you belongs to me. I decide when and how every part of you is used. Your wants do not matter, you are to serve me entirely. Is that clear?" I slid to the floor and prostrated myself before my Master. It was a slave's symbol of complete submission and agreement with a master.. "Very good Delam. Now come here and kiss me, then we are going to take in some exercise. I so enjoy watching you swim." It had felt so good to be free my chastity device. I would treasure and nurse the memory. At the pool both the master and I swam. He was nude. He liked me to keep fit and attractive for him. Once I realized that everything was out of my control relaxing and let him do what he wanted became increasingly easy. He loved to coat me with oil and have me brown under the triple suns as we shared a large chaise lounge and I sucked him off. For the next span of time my life consisted of keeping fit, pleasing my Master and reveling in the wonderful food and wine we shared. I was as content as possible. Sometimes I would pass Amber. She was always wearing very fine, form-fitting dresses. The dresses were longer and much more modest than the slave attire she once wore but they still exposed a great deal of her shapely legs. Amber was now in charge of the female slaves. She seemed to have a good rapport as she had once been one of them. Every time I passed her, I grew wistful. To my utter dejection, Amber often looked right at me without seeming to see me. I hoped that this was because of fear of Sirti or fear of my Master. As for Sirti, I saw him often. He would discuss things with his uncle over lunch a few times a week. I think he understood that Amber and I had a history but he seemed nonplussed by it. Clearly he viewed me as no threat to his current relationship. He was civil to me mostly because his uncle treasured me so. I rarely saw Amber and Sirti together, however when I did, they appeared very happy. How happy they really were I found out first hand. Master and I came to the pool at a time that was off our schedule. I froze at the entrance gate when my Master grabbed my collar. He indicated that I should remain silent and then I understood why. Sitting by the pool were Amber and Sirti stark naked. Amber's lovely red ringlets caught the sunlight as her head glided up and down as she sucked on her new husband's cock. I had an unobstructed view. I was stunned by the prodigious size of Sirti's equipment, As my breath froze I saw Amber's incredible perfect ass, rise up as she mounted Sirti's huge phallus. In no time she was screaming his name and making sweet little animal sounds that she had never made for me! Sirti had quite the endurance, at last he came with a shout and Amber collapsed into his thickly muscled chest. At that moment I wanted the planet to open up and swallow me. My master waited until the loving couple was composed before he led me through the gate and to the pool side. I am positive that Amber and Sitri had no idea that they had been observed. I tried to hide my emotions but I frowned massively when Master briefly removed my chastity device so he could coat me with oil over every inch of my skin. Sirti eyed me up and down and gave me the same pathetic, mocking look I had received in locker rooms all my life. I realized that the only reason he did not laugh out loud was because of the presence of his uncle. Amber just appeared to be embarrassed, I seriously doubt that she ever imagined a situation where the cock of her past and the cock of her present would be in the same place at the same time. After an exchange of pleasantries, Amber and Sirti, wrapped themselves in towels and made their departure. I watched them go. Then I held my Master tight and cried briefly into his shoulder. He seemed to understand my pain, and gently stroked and kissed me. I sucked him off but he could tell that my heart was not in it. "Delam, will you be in a better mood tomorrow if I summon Betrah to your quarters this evening?" "Master I would greatly appreciate that and I will give you anything you ask for tomorrow and try to be the most responsive I have ever been for you." I replied. My Master looked at me. I could tell that he found my promise dubious at best but he spoke sincerely to me in response, "Delam, you have been very good for quite a long time. I know that this situation has made you very upset and that you need something which I can not supply. Perhaps this will help you feel a bit better as well; I have written my will, Sirti and Demaha will inherit this mansion and all of my property but there is a proviso in the document granting you your freedom along with a nice stipend that will allow you to live comfortably wherever you choose. HOWEVER, that provision can easily be removed and erased. Delam, I do not want you thinking of that future or contemplating your liberation. You should focus only upon pleasing me always. To be honest my gesture is a life insurance policy for YOU. Sirti is a very good heir, but upon my death you become surplus and rather embarrassing property. I doubt that, without my influence, not even his bondmate Demaha would prevent him from selling you to the first slave trader he encountered. Delam, you are not fit for hard labor on this planet. Left to his own devices, Sirti would not sell you as a novelty, you would be shipped off to some quarry or mine, with the hardened prisoners and slaves deemed of little value, the infirm, the old, the lame. You would not last long. Delam, if I were not protecting you from the world, very bad things would happen to you." I could tell by the look on my Master's face and the timbre of his voice that he was deathly serious. I thanked my master profusely, sucked him off a second time with much more enthusiasm and threw myself in supplication before him. He held me close, sodomized me and praised me greatly. After our idyll by the pool, we retired to his chambers and, that evening, he summoned Betrah. The Orange Door At last they came for Amber. I hollered to her to be strong. She simply nodded in reply. I heard some gasps as my wife hit the selling floor. Apparently she would sell for a high price. At last it was my turn. Knowing that the attendants could easily crush me if they wished I walked between them obediently. Behind the high wall I was led up a staircase to a dais. Some officious looking attendant removed my chastity device and I was marched to the middle of the stage buck naked. Unlike the reaction my wife received I was greeted by laughter. Many of the crowd pointed at my penis. I took it that I was seriously under endowed for this world. I did not attract many bids. At last I was placed back in my chastity belt and marched off the stage. A bearded man awaited me. He was tall and powerfully built like all of the men on this planet but he had streaks of gray hair on his head and on his neatly trimmed beard. He seemed to be rather fit aside from a noticeable paunch. He smiled when he saw me. Before I knew what was happening he bent down, wrapped me in his arms and kissed me! I was too shocked to do much of anything. I had NEVER kissed a dude before! I heard the crowd titter with even more laughter as my "owner" slid a collar about my neck, took my bound hands and led me another hitching post. I roasted in the triple suns for a while in total shock. Never had I considered the possibility that I would be purchased as a boy toy! Now I knew what Amber said about offing herself rather than being violated. That prospect had great appeal but I recalled my promise to her and decided that I would stay alive and try to escape for Amber's sake. Sometime later my "owner" came to claim me. While I was lashed in place He ran his hands all over my body. He seemed to take delight in stroking my ass. I could just envision the scenarios going on in his head. He said some things in his language to me. I perceived that he wanted me to repeat the words. After a fashion I was able to and that seemed to please the old guy. Next to my "owner" this time was a huge man wearing a collar and a brief set of green trunks. I understood that this was one of my master's fellow slaves, but somehow I doubted that he played hide the salami with this guy. I was unleashed and lead to a closed coach behind one of the avian beasts of burden. Inside the carriage was all decked out in fine cloth and gold highlights. I quickly understood that I had been bought by a wealthy man. The large slave stepped into the driver's seat of the coach leaving me alone with the old man. My hands were still bound. I discovered that my new owner was quite powerful as he picked me up and sat me in his lap. I tried to squirm away but he withdrew some sort of object from his pocket and pointed it at me. Instantly the collar tightened and I was gasping for breath. When I stopped struggling my owner restored my breathing. He seemed fascinated with me, examining my skin, looking deep into my green eyes and stroking me all over. Now I knew what women meant back on earth when they described a bad date as "all hands." Again and again he kissed me. If I failed to kiss him back he cut off my breathing. What choice did I have? The carriage rode to what was evidently the wealthy part of town. The houses were larger and stood apart from each other on manicured lawns. We drove through a gate and pulled up before a rather beautiful house. I really did enjoy looking at the architecture of this planet. Once we arrived and the carriage came to a stop, my master's manservant grabbed me by the collar and "escorted" me through a side entrance. Several female slaves were hard at work on a meal when we entered. The manservant said something to the women gathered there. I could tell right away that these women were slaves. They all wore collars like mine. They also wore very short green skirts and cropped tops that hid their breasts but exposed their midriffs. I noticed that all of them were quite beautiful. They cooed over me, examined my skin and rubbed it to see if I was wearing some form of body makeup. Satisfied that I was real I was placed under the charge of one. The huge manservant left. The slave put in charge of me was taller than myself by about five inches. She wore a no nonsense expression as she picked up a whip, used a controller to constrict my breathing until I went down on one knee, and spoke to me sternly. She marched me to a bathroom. The tub was pure alabaster and huge. The female slave began filling the tub. When she was satisfied with the depth and temperature she took out a key from a pocket in her skirt and removed my chastity belt. Having been cooped up for so long I was instantly erect. Her riotous laughter at my erect member did not help my mood any but I followed her lead and stepped into the tub. I must admit that the next several hours were quite pleasant. The female slave who kept repeating something I took to be her name. I was getting a brief sense of the lingo. My repeated words sounded harsh compared to how they had been said to me but she seemed pleased that I made the effort. I thought that perhaps she had thought that her master had purchased a moron and that she was testing my intelligence. I did absolutely nothing as she washed me head to toe not missing a single millimeter of my body. After a wonderful bath I was led to a stone floored booth and the female slave produced an object that looked like an I-Pod. I don't know how it operated but As it was passed over my body every follicle of hair in my skin tumbled out and landed in a small pile at my feed. There was only a slight buzzing sensation as she took particular attention to denude my crotch. In a few moments I was more hairless than a newborn everywhere except the top of my head. She even ran the device over my face. I never had a smoother shave. Once she was finished with the depilatory she had me step out of the chamber and stand in the middle of the room. From a cabinet she produced another chastity device. I could not help but notice that this one was much smaller, and fastened it over my crotch. Her handling of my shaft to get it in the tube was as matter of fact as a doctor telling me to turn my head and cough. Last I was presented with a brief green skirt. It was really two flaps connected by fabric. It revealed as much as it hid which I gathered was the point of the garment. The manservant returned and forced me into an elevator. We arrived at the top floor of the house. I was led to a room. I quickly perceived that this was my master's bedroom. What looked like a bed sat on the floor in one corner. The decor really caught my eye. On the ceiling was a huge mural of a slave preforming fellatio on his master. The artwork was impressive even if the subject turned my stomach. On the walls were relief carvings of men being anally penetrated. I was under no illusions as to what happened in this room. As the manservant exited the room he flashed me what looked for all the world like a devilish leer. I felt the bottom fall out of my stomach and I began to hunt for a sharp object. I had made no progress in my search when I heard the door open behind me. I turned to see my master. He was obviously freshly bathed, he wore a loose fitting robe and a lot of cologne. He pointed out the artwork on the room and indicated that I was to reenact the scenarios portrayed in various art pieces. I tried to indicate that I was not interested but it was hopeless. I knew he could cut off my breathing if I denied him his desire and if he wanted to; with his mass and bulk, he could easily force me to do his bidding. My mind preformed the delicate calculus or acceptance or rebellion. I was still debating when he cast off his robe. I've never been fond of locker rooms. Naked guys are usually invisible to me except for one aspect. I am not well endowed at all. Its hard not to notice that the flaccid guys all around you have more girth and length than you do fully erect. You can't help but notice the mockery in their eyes when they give you the once over. You try to ignore it and say tell yourself that it doesn't bother you but it does. So much of a man's pride is between his legs. I can remember no time in a locker room where I wasn't the smallest guy. It was bad enough not being tall but it seemed as though the powers that be were really rubbing it in by giving me a child's wang. Only Amber had been able to convince me that I was a man. I wondered where Amber was but those thoughts quickly vanished. When I first spied my master naked. Saying he was hung like a horse is an insult to horses. It looked like he had a sawed off baseball bat between his legs. It was huge, veined, and throbbing with intensity. I felt butterflies in my stomach the size of rabbits. He pointed to the ceiling, indicating that he expected me to suck the python he owned. I backed away from him until stopped by a wall. I felt the collar about my neck tighten and I gasped for air. He grasped my shoulders and forced me to my knees. I thought that I would pass out and not just from the lack of oxygen to my brain. Calling every bit of reserve I possessed I tentatively began to explore his monster with my tongue. The return of air was a godsend. I resolved that I had to stay alive for Amber. I had to find an exit from this world and the only way to do that apparently was through repulsive acts such as this. With difficulty I was able to get my mouth around his cock. I tried to remember how the women in all of the porno's I had watched had acted and I tried to emulate them. My master seemed delighted in my technique. Suddenly he made a sound that clearly was not a word and he grasped the back of my head and held me fast against him. His cum shot in huge waves all over my mouth and chin. The taste was repulsive I wondered how women were able to choke it down. My master grinned from ear to ear as he watched his mammoth rod become flaccid. From a table next to us he picked up a towel and mopped his seed off of my face, lips, and chin. Then he kissed me deeply and his tongue did several complete circuits of my mouth. He held me close. I realized that I was a tiny novelty in a world of giants. I was the "cute" woman of tiny stature. Or perhaps I was a sideshow freak. He stroked me with intensity, apparently delighted with my now soft and hairless flesh. I wanted to die as I knew the worse was yet to come. I could not imagine that my sphincter could contract enough to accommodate his equipment. Amber and I had experimented with strap-ons but this was ridiculous. I took a look at the man who now controlled my life. Apart from his noticeable paunch he was in fine shape. His muscles bulged and he really was a handsome man. I was sure that if I had been a woman I would have found him devastating. His beard was scratchy when he kissed me. He held me close and whispered soft words into my ear. Apparently I was a "hit." With dread I noticed that his massive member was recharging itself. I braced for the inevitable. Carrying me as though I weighed nothing, he transported me over to the bed sitting on the floor. He had me get on all fours. I felt something warm lubricate my anus. Whatever he was using smelled like honey. I tried to relax and to my master's considerable credit, he went very slowly, working himself in millimeter by millimeter until I felt him deep inside of me. He gently began to rock. Although I was physically appalled, the sensation was actually quite pleasant. As I said, Amber and I sometimes engaged in anal. I always enjoyed it when she penetrated me. I tried to think of Amber and imagine that it was her using the dildo we call "Sylvester" on me. All at once I felt my master cum deep inside me and his penis began to retract. He wrapped his body around me and stroked me all over as we laid on the bed. I knew now that the worst was over. I felt confident that I could handle my master's future demands. I had to for Amber's sake. My master returned to kissing me. I kissed him back. A short time later he pushed a button and one of the female slaves entered carrying two trays of food. My master bid me to eat. I was famished so I dug in. The food on this planet was phenomenal. Every bite was a symphony in my mouth. There were more of those purple pears and some sort of meat. There was also something resembling coffee. It was black as tar and scalding hot but it was very good. I cleaned my plates with no problem whatsoever. The same house slave entered and retrieved the trays. She left two books with me and some kind of writing device. I looked at what I had been given and I quickly deduced from the simple illustrations hat it was a reading primer for children. There was also a blank notebook. I knew that I would be writing down all of my experiences as soon as I had a moment alone when escape was impossible. My master took some time and pointed to each letter and demonstrated the pronunciation. I tried to imitate him as best I could. I could tell he did not like my inflection which I simply could not master. Apparently my new owner wanted a toy he could converse with. I tried to keep track of the days in my notebook but I had no idea how long the days were on this planet or how they divided their year. I had estimated that I been under my master's charge for four months. My language skills had grown to the point where I was able to read and write short sentences. My days progressed in a steady order. In the morning I was bathed by a female slave and presented to my master. He spent several hours with me usually taking my ass twice and receiving one blow job. Then we shared lunch and my master disappeared until evenings. The female slave who had first bathed me, her name is "Dejan" would then tutor me in "the language" (that's all it was called and apparently it was universal on all parts of this planet) for several hours. The process was slow going as we had no common language between us and she would have my collar strangle me if I lapsed into English. Other days I was made to exercise to keep myself in shape. Sometimes I swam in the master's pool, other days I was compelled to throw weights around. I was actually in better shape at this point then I had been on Earth. One aspect of my life remained constant. Despite the daily liberation from my chastity belt, I had not been permitted to so much as jerk off since I had been captured. My master took no interest in my equipment, contenting himself with my mouth and asshole. I realized that I might never have another ejaculation. Some days my master put me on a leash and led me around his sprawling home. Even after all this time I had only seen a small fraction of the mansion. It was on one of these walks with my master that my life changed utterly. Across a field I saw a group of Female slaves hanging up laundry. One of them was quite a bit shorter than the others and had golden red hair. Amber! I pointed to her and tried to get my master's attention. At last he understood what I was looking at and walked me over to the group of females. They were all speaking the language of this planet and were tittering as women are wont to do. "Ben!" she shouted when she saw me. Although by this time I had been renamed "Delem, which means "little" ." Amber looked as though she wanted to embrace me but knew that that would not be permitted. The master informed me that I would be able to converse for a brief time he walked about five paces away and watched us carefully. "I had heard rumors that there was another light skinned slave in the house. I had prayed that it was you." Said Amber. "How is the master treating you??' "Like an erotic toy. A celibate toy if you want to know the truth." I gazed at Amber she was gorgeous the green skirt and top beautifully complimented her skin. She appeared to be in fine shape physically and seemed to be settled in to life on the master's estate. Her legs were still long and fine and her bust was just tantalizingly out of view. "How are you being treated Amber?" I asked her in return. "Its "Demaha" now, it means "the golden twilight". I really love the language, so much more beautiful than English, I can speak it very well and can read it even better. But I know what you want to know. The master does not make use of his female slaves in the conventional way. He does see to our needs however. They have a device that can give women orgasms at will. That is why I learned the language so well. For every lesson I completed flawlessly I was given time with the device alone. I have not been with a man since I came here but ..." She trailed off when she saw the hurt and longing in my eyes. She began again after a pause "There is something you MUST know. The master did not purchase me for himself. I am to be a present to his nephew when he comes of age. I still haven't worked out their complicated calendar but I think it is about a year away." "And you are OK with that Amber?" "I have met him, He is quite charming and, to be honest, handsome, but he wants me for a wife not a slave. That means that I will be free! If I pass the citizenship test I can go anywhere in the world and search for a way to get us home I could NEVER do that as a slave." I bit my lip and replied "And you will sleep with the Master's nephew to obtain your freedom? I am your husband!" "Benjamin, dear sweet Benjamin. We are not on earth any longer and there is no way we can return home if we remain slaves in this mansion I will NEVER forget you and I WILL find some way to be reunited with you. But until that time comes BOTH of us have to do what is best and most practical. I'm sorry Ben if that hurts you but it IS the truth!" I have no idea what I was about to say for at that moment the Master retrieved me and steered me back to the big house. Later that afternoon he was especially gentle with me. For the first time he tried to calm my emotions. "I know you must miss home. Home is a universal value." he told me in the language. And then he held me tight while I sobbed like a baby. I shed tears about everything, from my capture to my celibacy, to my master's unwanted sexual attentions to my wife's betrayal. That night for the first time I really kissed my master with all the passion I could muster. Our subsequent time together was really special.