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642, Mind Diary of a Judicial Slave - Chapter Two by The_Technician

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Introduction:

Slave shishi spends her first night with her new master.
642 is the story of a young woman on a distant planet in the distant future who is wrongfully convicted of theft and sentenced to two years of judicial slavery. This book, divided into twelve chapters, is her mind diary as her slavery goes through some very interesting– and erotic– twists. This is the second chapter. I will be posting a new chapter about every week.

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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.

All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. If you are under the age of 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century.

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Chapter Two[b] - First Night as a Sex Slave

Cycle 4378, Day 138

Last night was wonderful in a very strange sort of way. Almost as soon as we started eating, Master pressed something on his wrist that looked like a very small watch and suddenly I felt... empty. My mind diary was no longer recording my thoughts. I concentrated on the word “Status” in my mind and suddenly I could see the status display of my lifepack superimposed over the prawns I was dipping in the spicy sauce. It said, “Off Line” in flashing red letters.

I must have gasped slightly because Master Karl looked concern and asked, “What is wrong?”

Before I could answer his face softened and he said, “You’ve never been offline before, have you?”

“Not since I was a very small child,” I replied. “I didn’t realize I would feel so... empty.”

He chuckled slightly and said, “I am a very rich man, shishi. Thus I can afford the luxury of a shield room and can pay for the many official and unofficial permits required to keep it.”

He pointed to the small watch and said, “One tap and no electronic signals go in or out of my personal chambers. There is no danger that anyone can monitor our evening together. And your lifepack is in stasis so there is no way that you can record what happens here for later download.”

I looked at him in wonder and whispered aloud, “You must be a very powerful man.” Then I clapped my hand to my mouth and said, “I’m sorry, Master. I didn’t mean to say that aloud.”

He laughed again as I bowed as low as I could. “You will get used to it, my little shishi,” he said. “Thoughts usually directed to your mind record might easily slip out of your mouth while your lifepack is in stasis.”

“I didn’t know that was possible,” I said.

“To accidentally say what you only intended to think or to put a lifepack in stasis?” he asked.

When I didn’t answer he smiled and continued, “I said I was a very powerful man. I have a legal and licensed lifepack control system. If I desire, I can read out your lifepack internal memory or even access everything you have stored in the planet core memory. I can also get a full status report on you or your lifepack.”

He looked lost in thought for a moment and then said, “I can do everything that it is possible to do to a lifepack. That’s why I know that what you claim to have happened shouldn’t be possible. But obviously it is or I wouldn’t have a virgin sitting at my table as my personal sex slave.”

He laughed and said, “I would have been able to afford buying you at three times the price, but I am also a practical man and wouldn’t have thought it was worth the extra price just to take your virginity. After all, you can only seduce a virgin once.”

He clapped his hands sharply and the male slaves returned with the next course of the meal. He still had two prawns in his bowl. I hadn’t realized that I had finished mine before him, but he seemed to overlook my faux pas.

The meal continued slowly. Occasionally, he would reach across the table with his fork and offer me a small piece of fruit or bit of meat. The first time, he had to say, “Open,” so I would open my mouth and accept it like a baby bird, but after that I did so automatically.

Once, when I closed my eyes and accepted a morsel of chocolate dessert cake, he said softly, “Oh my sweet little shishi, for you I think I would have outbid The Founder.” The founder of United Space Mines, or at least his descendants, live back on Home World now, but they are the richest people on the planet, perhaps the richest people in the galaxy.

It was shortly after that when Master stood and said simply, “Come.” Then he turned and walked into his sleeping chamber. By the time he walked through the door, I was in the proper position four steps behind him.

Once we were in the bedroom, he stopped next to the lavish bed. Looking down at me he said simply, “Undress me.”

I started to fumble with his belt, but he said, “Start with the shoes.”

I immediately dropped to my knees and said, “Forgive me, Master,” as I began untying the laces in the shoes.

“Forgiveness is not necessary,” he replied softly as he lifted first one foot and then the other so I could pull off his shoes.

I looked quickly around the room to see where I should put them, but could see no obvious place. Detecting my confusion, Master said, “Set them next to the chair. Then you may fold the clothes on the chair as you remove them.”

I quickly rose and took the few steps to a leather chair in the corner of the room. I set the shoes carefully just beneath the chair and returned. Before I could sink back to my knees, he said simply, “Shirt.”

He was wearing a white pull-over shirt with three buttons. One button was already open. I fumbled slightly with the second but was able to open the third properly. He raised his arms into the air and bent slightly at the waist. It was obvious that I was to pull the shirt up over his head.

I pulled the shirt out of the waistband of his trousers and then, with my hands on each side of the shirt, pulled it up over his head. He brushed his hair back into place with his hand as he lowered his arms. His muscular chest was smooth and devoid of hair. That surprised... and excited me.

When I returned from placing the shirt on the chair, my eyes followed the fine, ever widening line of hair beneath his naval down to his belt. Earlier I had fumbled with it. Now my fingers seemed to know what to do and the belt easily opened. His zipper quickly followed. I started to slide his pants down his legs, but he stopped me by spreading his legs slightly and said softly, “Knees.”

I dropped back to my knees and again slid his pants down to his ankles. As he had done with his shoes, he raised first one foot and then the other off of the floor so I could completely slide his pants off his legs.

Before I could rise, he said, “Remain on your knees,” so I shuffled over to the chair walking on my knees and carefully folded his trousers.

When I returned, he said, “Socks,” and I removed first one then the other. I again shuffled over to the chair and quickly returned. All he was now wearing was a pair of linen-colored boxers.

I reached with one hand on each side of his underwear and began tugging them down. As I did so, that put my face even with his penis. I had never seen one up so close up before. It was about the size of the penises on the statues in the town square, but somehow I had expected it to be bigger because he was a rich and powerful man... and because he was my Master.

There was a faint man odor which caused my own sex to twitch sightly. I could suddenly feel a wet coolness on my labia and the very tops of my legs. I wanted to keep my face where it was, staring at my Master’s prick and balls, but I had to bend down so that I could pull his shorts all the way to the ground. He stepped out of one side, but then gave a quick flick of his leg which tossed his boxers in the general direction of the chair.

“Leave them,” he said and I straightened back up.

“Kiss it,” he said and I bent my head slightly so I could kiss the tip. As soon as my lips touched it, it started to stir. Like a monster awakening in its lair, it quickly became longer and thicker and the glossy tip pushed out of the foreskin. I don’t know why, but I reached out my tongue and touched the very tip. It seemed like the right thing to do and it must have been because the snake awoke further.

I lapped again at the snake’s head and it became even larger, wider, and more stiff. I was no longer thinking that it should be bigger. In fact, I was wondering if that massive thing would fit inside of me.

“I was going to save your mouth for later,” Master said quietly, “but you seem to know what you want, so continue.”

I wasn’t totally sure what I was supposed to do. I had heard the other girls talk of giving someone a blow job, but I knew that you were supposed to suck and that you pulled the penis into your mouth. I decided that my body probably knew what to do more than my mind and let myself go. It was strange not calculating every step that I took. That was not my way... or at least it didn’t used to be my way.

Something told me to keep licking for a little while, so I did. I licked the tip... and the shaft. I even slightly licked the base of the shaft. I would have licked his ball sac, but the thick hair made that difficult.

The shaft was now starting to bob slightly and clear moisture was forming on the tip. That must be what the girls had called pre-cum. I licked it off the tip. It had an odd sweet-salty taste, but at the same time something within it caused my cunt to twitch and itch... or something.

I wanted that beautiful shaft of flesh inside of me. I wanted it between my legs, but the way I was kneeling that wasn’t going to happen, so I pulled it into my mouth. More accurately, what I did was to align my mouth with my Master’s prick and force myself down on it as far as I could go. There was no way that his massive member could go all of the way into my mouth, but I pushed until it was at the back of my throat and then pulled back.

I kept licking with my tongue as his shaft went in and out of my mouth. I didn’t realize that I had grabbed hold of him until I felt his buttocks muscles clench under my hands. I was attempting to pull him into me, but he was not moving. It was me who moved as I pulled against his smooth asscheeks. Then I used my own leg and back muscles to pull myself back.

I started out fairly slow, but as his man odor got stronger I felt myself speeding up. I was now suckling on his prick trying to pull his seed into my mouth. Some of the girls in the office, when they were trying to shock me with their stories of wild dates over the weekend, would talk about feeling the cum start to boil up out of their boyfriend’s balls and pulling their mouths off the prick before things could shoot down their throat.

I could feel a strange twitching in Master’s prick. My mind was telling me that his balls were at the boiling point and I should pull off. But my mind was also telling me that a sex slave would not pull away and my Master had bought me as his personal sex slave. I continued to suckle knowing that soon hot cum would be spurting into my mouth.

Master groaned very softly as my mouth and throat filled with his seed. I could feel his hands now on my head, holding me softly. I heard myself also groan slightly as a strange tingling sensation seemed to flow out of my groin into my entire body. I smiled– as best I could with a still large and stiff prick in my mouth. I had pleased my Master and somehow that brought me pleasure. Or maybe I gained pleasure from the act of giving sexual pleasure. I did not know.

I could feel his penis deflating slightly in my mouth. He moved back slightly and pulled it clear so that it drooped slightly in front of me. “Rinse your mouth with the wine,” he said, “and then join me in bed.”

He had pointed over at the small table next to the chair. There was a decanter of white wine and two glasses. I poured wine into one glass and then sipped some into my mouth. I shook my head back and forth slightly to cause the wine to clear my mouth and tongue. Then I took a drink to wash everything down. There were several small napkins with the glasses. I wet the corner of one of these with my wine and used it to wipe my face and lips. After glancing into the mirror to be sure that my face was clean, I turned to join Master in the bed.

He had turned down the sheets and blankets and was lying on one side of the bed partially covered. I slid into bed on the other side and asked, “What do you wish me to do, Master?”

He smiled at me and said, “You need much more training, my little shishi, for your mind to know what to do. But your body knows and I will talk to your body and it will do everything I need.”

I didn’t understand him at all, but sighed contentedly as he ran his fingers down my body. We were both lying on our sides, so he could use only one arm, but it felt so good as he gently caressed my side and my leg and my ass. It was as if fire and ice were running through my body at the same time.

He continued stroking me and then suddenly I felt the fingers of his other hand pulling at my nipple. He couldn’t move that arm in long sweeping strokes, but he didn’t need to. He could reach my breast and his fingers were pulling and twisting and teasing.

His free hand was now dipping my front on the way down my body. I could feel his fingers pass over the front of my slit and each time they did that strange tingling feeling swelled and flowed out into my body. I tried to stroke his body in return, but my arms didn’t seem to do what I wanted. I felt myself rolling over onto my back. I was starting to moan.

He was now kneeling next to me on the bed. Both hands were roaming my entire body starting with my neck and moving all the way down to my knees. They were passing more and more often over my slit and were now starting to dip in on their way past. I tried to stroke his chest, but I could not. My mind was losing control of my body. I felt myself lifting up against his hands. My body was starting to undulate almost like a snake as I tried to capture his fingers as they moved past the opening to my sex.

Then his fingers began to very gently encircle my clit. I knew that sensitive nub was the center of a woman’s pleasure and had been very tempted many times to pleasure myself. But my parents followed some of the teachings of the angry ones and I had been very carefully taught that giving oneself pleasure like that was something that a nice girl just did not do.

The ice was now gone and there was only fire and it was consuming my body. The tingling was now bolts of lightning that flashed out through my body from where my Master’s fingers were touching my clit. He bent down slightly and blew softly on the opening of my cunt. It was like pouring burning ice water on me. I was so wet that the soft breeze of his breath was cooling– almost cold– but at the same time it fanned the flames that were roaring throughout my body.

My moans were getting louder. I was rising further and further off the bed trying to force myself against his fingers. Was I trying to force them inside of me? I again had that urge... yearning... emptiness... that could only be filled by having him inside of me.

He was now between my legs. “I think you are ready, my little shishi,” he said softly as he centered his prick against my opening. Then he began slowly pushing himself inside.

My moan turned into a long “uuuuuunnnngh” and I pushed myself against him. He slid in easily for a short distance and then something stopped him. He spoke softly. “Look at me, shishi,” he said as he looked directly into my eyes. Then he forced himself forward.

There was an instant of tearing, burning pain and then immense pleasure as he slid fully into me. I must have yelped or otherwise cried out because he stopped for a moment and just stared into my eyes. Then he began slowly moving inside of me.

I could feel him throughout the length of my tunnel. I could also feel myself gripping him. And I could feel him press against my clit as he bottomed out on each stroke. The pain was now totally gone. Each movement felt soooo good. I thought I would die of the pleasure. And yet, my pleasure continued to rise. It was as if I were climbing a mountain. And then suddenly I was standing on a high cliff throwing myself off.

I screamed and thrashed. I was now definitely dying of pleasure. Then I was groaning and clenching my cunt tightly around his pulsing prick. My Master was also groaning, but much more softly than me. He was held stiff against my body driving me onto the bed. My legs were somehow wrapped around him pulling him in tighter.

We stayed in that tight embrace for many seconds, then I felt his body– and mine– relax slightly. He stayed over me and within me and then slowly lowered himself so that he was lying fully on me. I wiggled my body slightly under his so that my nipples rubbed against his sweaty chest.

I don’t know how long we stayed in that position, but finally he raised himself slightly and said, “Oh my little shishi, your mind may need instruction on how to be a pleasure slave, but your body already knows... and knows very well how to please me.”

“Thank you, Master,” I said. Thinking back on it, I think I was thanking him for calling me a slut. At least growing up we used to call any girl who got great pleasure from sex a slut. If I had discovered the true pleasures of sex earlier, perhaps I would have been a slut. Who knows? But I am very happy that I saved my sluttiness for my Master.

He lifted himself totally off of me and said, “We will let you rest just a little and then we will take your last virginity.”

When he saw that I looked afraid he asked, “Did you prepare yourself?”

“I’m not sure what you are asking.” I replied.

“Did you thoroughly clean yourself out?” he asked, sounding somewhat upset.

“Oh yes, Master,” I answered firmly. “I did not know why, but it was ordered, so I did it. I am totally cleaned out.”

“My little shishi,” he said, his face losing the look of anger, “you are so innocent... and so obedient.”

“What do you wish of me now?” I asked.

“You will find a small jar of ointment and a glass... expander... on the table with the wine,” he replied. “Bring them both here.”

I got out of bed and retrieved the two items. “In the future,” he said calmly, “you will be expected to use these to prepare yourself in case I wish to use your nether opening. Tonight, I will prepare you so that you know what to do in the future.”

“Yes, Master,” I replied softly. I hoped that my fear did not show on my face or in my voice.

“Get on your knees and elbows,” he said softly.

I did so and felt a blush of shame color my body as I realized how exposed this position left me. I should not have felt embarrassed. I had already taken him in my mouth and in my cunt, but I somehow I felt so much more vulnerable and exposed in this position.

Perhaps he knew what I was thinking because as he started to rub the ointment between my asscheeks, he said calmly, “Many women do not receive pleasure from this because it feels so debasing to them. But that is the very reason that many men feel great pleasure. There is a sense of total conquest in taking a woman’s ass.” He chuckled and said, “One of my advisors once told me that many things are actually about sex... except sex. Sex is about power. That is not totally true, but it is mostly true about taking a woman’s ass. There is a tightness that cannot be duplicated from the front and that gives great pleasure. But there is also the feeling of consuming the woman and making her totally yours. I don’t expect that a woman would ever understand that.”

All the while he was speaking, he was smearing the ointment between my cheeks and slowly pushing it inside of me with one of his fingers. Then I felt the cold glass touch the center of my rosebud. The glass object was quite long, at least half-again as long as Master’s prick. The very tip of it was more or less pointed. Then there were a series of glass balls formed together on the glass shaft. Each glass globe was slightly larger than the one before it. The last two were larger than the girth of Master’s prick. The smooth shaft after that was smaller than the last ball, but still slightly larger than Master’s prick. The entire glass shaft was heavily lubricated with the ointment.

“Just relax yourself as this moves in and out of you,” Master said. He was slowly pushing the glass device in and out of my ass. I could feel myself relaxing as he slowly pushed one more ball into me every second or third push. I was very surprised when I realized that the final globe was inside me and the thick shaft beyond that was sliding almost easily in and out.

“You are ready,” Master said as he slowly pulled the rod out and positioned himself behind me.

“You might want to put your shoulders against the bed,” he said softly as he began to push inside me.

The feel of his prick moving in and out of me was totally different from the glass object. It was more than just the fact that it was warm. His prick was alive. It was soft. It was moving in ways no solid object could move. And it was my Master who was once again inside me.

I could feel him thrusting slowly at first, but gaining speed as he got more excited. He was starting to utter soft grunts at the bottom of each stroke. Maybe he had done that before when he fucked me from the front, but I didn’t notice then. He had said that I might not receive pleasure from this, but he was wrong. It wasn’t the same pleasure that I had felt from the front, but it was definitely pleasure. It was a weird combination of something that felt good in my body and something that felt good in my mind. My body was enjoying the pleasure of his warm prick moving inside of me, and my mind was enjoying the thought of how much pleasure I was giving my Master... and perhaps how totally I was giving myself to him.

Suddenly his thrusts became very fast and very short. I could feel his prick twitching. Then I heard his soft groan and felt his prick pulse within me. When that happened, lightning struck. It wasn’t like before when the warmth grew throughout his fucking from the front. This was a sudden explosion of passion and fire. I still do not understand it. There was nothing physically which should have caused it. I truly believe that my orgasm came almost solely from the fact that I had given myself so completely to my Master and brought him pleasure.

He continued to kneel behind me until he was totally soft. Then he slowly pulled out of me. I remained in place waiting for him to tell me what else to do. He lay back next to me and I raised my head up so that I could meet his gaze.

“I was right in thinking to call you passion flower,” he said softly. “You have a great natural passion within you.” He smiled and laughed slightly, “But you will always be my little shishi and so that will be your name.”

He paused a moment and then said, “You may return to your quarters now. Tell the slaves waiting outside to accompany you to your room and then return to change the linens.” He pointed to the red stain in the middle of the bed and said, “I will save these sheets as proof that you were a virgin.” He shrugged and said, “You may be the only virgin that I will ever bed.” He then slapped me lightly on the ass and said, “Now go.”

I quickly crawled to the edge of the bed and stood up. When I got to the door, I stood confused for just a moment because there were no doorknobs on the inside. Then I remembered Master talking about the slaves waiting outside, so I knocked lightly on the door and a slave opened it. I told him what Master had ordered and he took me back to my room.

While we were walking through the maze of hallways, the control panel for my lifepack suddenly appeared in front of me. The status read “Acquiring Signal” and then “Online.” After a moment it said, “No new files to download” and then disappeared. My Master had truly put my lifepack in stasis. He must truly be a very rich and very powerful man.

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END OF CHAPTER TWO

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[b]The true rulers of this world, the credit card companies, have made it almost impossible to sell books with true BDSM themes. Erotic publishers will soon be a thing of the past. So I have pulled all of my books from the one publisher that I had left, and have decided to share them with my on-line followers.
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