On the planet of Farpost, there are no prisons. The punishment for severe crimes is Judicial Slavery. This is the story of one such slave. In this chapter, slave shishi spends another night with her 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 chapter seven. I will be posting a new chapter about every week.
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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Chapter Seven - Another Night With Master
Cycle 4378, Day 237
I can hear far away voices. Someone is calling me. “My little shishi,” the voice says. “It is time to wake up.
I try, but my body doesn’t want to obey my mind. It is as if I am asleep and awake at the same time. “Give her more of the stimulant,” the voice says.
I feel a sting in my arm and then a warm feeling that starts to wash over my body. My eyes flutter open to see Master and Madame Loretta standing over me. Both look very concerned.
“Are you awake, shishi?” Master says.
I nod my head and he smiles. I reach up to rub my head, hoping to make the dizziness go away. Then I yelp loudly and blurt out, “Hair! My hair has come back... a little.”
Master and Madame Loretta both laugh. “You don’t remember, do you shishi?” Master says, still laughing slightly.
“Last night Madame Loretta gave me a sedative and said that I should sleep,” I say.
Madame Loretta takes my hands in hers and sits on the bed. “That wasn’t last night. It was over a month ago, shishi. They poisoned you at the prison. I think it was just supposed to keep you calm and compliant so you wouldn’t cause trouble, but they gave you way too much. We thought we would lose you. You have been in a coma for over a month. Most of the time you were out of your head.”
“You kept screaming, ‘Master can’t be dead. He can’t be dead.’” Master says softly. Then he asks, “Who told you I was dead?”
“The judge,” I sob out. “He said that you were on the starliner Majestic when it was lost with all hands yesterday on a run between Farpost and Home Planet.”
“The starliner Majestic was lost,” Master Karl says slowly and evenly in that way that he does when he is very angry. “But no one was lost with it.” He turns to Madame Loretta and says almost angrily, “One of the crew members sabotaged the thrust engines so they would go critical and explode. He was caught trying to sneak into an escape pod. When they took him to the captain he broke down, admitted what he had done, and said that there were only minutes to get off the ship. We were able to get everyone into the pods and ejected before the engines went critical and exploded.”
“Who would blow up a starliner full of people just to kill you?” Madame Loretta says loudly. I can’t tell if she is angry or shocked or both.
“The more important question,” Master continues in his paced angry speech, “is who would kill me just so they could put shishi in prison and then kill her?”
“Me?” I gasp. “Who would want to kill me?”
“To know who,” Master says. His voice is now very soft. He reaches out and strokes my face very softly. “To know who,” he repeats, “we have to find out why.”
He then turns to Madame Loretta and says, “Give her the day to recover and then send her to my room tonight at five.”
Madame Loretta nods to him. He gives me a smile and walked out of the room.
“So,” Madame Loretta says slowly, “we need to get you cleaned up and ready for your Master.” She laughs slightly and rubs my head before saying, “I think we can skip braiding your rope. We will use slave gel to paste it down so it looks nice from the front.”
I again reach up and ran my hand across my head. The bristles on my hairbrush are longer than the hair on my head.
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I am walking slowly toward my Master’s room. This time lucida is not leading me. I am being led by a large, armed man. Madame Loretta said he was a captain in Master’s guards. Two more guards walk behind me. None of the three smile... or talk. They just grunt and point. I don’t think Master hired them for their conversational skills.
We arrive at Master’s door at exactly five. The four guards standing at the door step aside to let us enter. Only the captain enters with me. He stamps one foot and then bows slightly to Master.
“You may leave,” Master says softly. Then he adds, “But stay close... and trust no one.”
The captain again stamps his foot, spins around, and walks out the door.
“Come, my little shishi,” Master says with a smile. “We will eat while we talk. And then perhaps we will talk while we do other things in my bedroom.”
The naked serving slaves come with the meal. They are moving much slower than at past times. And they seem less graceful. I notice that they are all females, and their collars seem different. They are larger and made of heavy metal rather than cloth or leather. I ask, “Why are the slave’s collars so different tonight?”
Master grimaces. “I had hoped you wouldn’t notice,” he says tersely. “They are security collars.”
He holds up his arm and I see that he is now wearing two watch-like things on his wrist. One is the small control that seals off the room. The other is larger with several buttons on it.
“I told them it was for their own protection, and it is.” he says flatly. “Otherwise, if one of them made a threatening move I would have to shoot them. This way, if they do something threatening, I can give a warning shock... or a stunning shock... or a fatal shock. Some male slaves can withstand the stunning shock, so we have only female serving slaves tonight.”
I look at him blankly and he says flatly, “Trust no one.” He then smiles and adds, “... except, of course, me.” He pauses and then says thoughtfully, “And Madame Loretta. You can trust her. She would never betray me. And should she ever betray me all is lost anyway.”
He frowns and says, “I had to sell two of the kitchen slaves. They admitted that they were paid to stage the accident and then suggest you be sent to the market. They claimed that they didn’t know that anyone would be hurt... especially not you.” He pauses for a moment and then says, “Everyone has their price. But there are always consequences. I could have had them sent to prison or even to the mines, but instead I sold them to a woman I know in Pod Seventeen. They will be treated well.” He looks at me and then says flatly, “There is no way to know if anyone else has been offered something they could not resist.”
We eat in silence after that. Master seems very sad. He doesn’t even put bits of food in my mouth. After we finish, he claps his hands loudly and says, “Everyone leave.”
The slaves scurry out the door as soon as the guards open it for them. When we are alone, Master presses the button on his watch and I feel my lifepack begin to go offline.
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After my lifepack went offline, Master began asking me many questions about my childhood, my education, and especially about my job at United Space Mines. Mostly he just smiled and nodded as I spoke, but once, when I said that I had found a problem in the way records were filed he suddenly got very interested.
“What did you discover?” he asked.
“It was just a misfiled report,” I said. “It should have gone to the head of accounting, but instead had been lost with a bunch of other files in my old files area. I saw it when I had to retrieve one of my files from the archives. I don’t know how it got there because the computer is DNA locked and only I have access to my files area.”
“Hmm,” he answered. “Were there a lot of misfiled reports?”
“Yes,” I said. “I saw many other reports which had been mistakenly archived into my file area. I meant to look more closely at what they were, but never had time. There were some bank transaction records, but most were just weigh slip reports from the loading machines at the mines.”
“Did you tell anyone about it?” He asked. “Only Mister Appleworth in security,” I answered. “I trusted him because I thought I knew him and had a close tie with him. I donated bone marrow to his daughter when she was stricken with leukemia.” I suddenly felt very sad as I said. “That is one of the few diseases they haven’t been able to erase. He was very thankful, but it was too late and his daughter still died. He didn’t want me to talk about it because he didn’t want sympathy from the people he worked with.”
Master stared at the ceiling for many minutes then he asked firmly, “How long after you told him was it before you were arrested?”
I thought for a moment and then said, “Two weeks. Do you think they are related?”
Master just laughed slightly and said, “I think it is time for some pleasure... for both of us.”
He led me into the bedroom. I dropped to my knees, but he lifted me back up and said, “Not tonight, shishi. Tonight will be different.”
He guided me over to the bed and pulled slightly on my arm so that I had to climb up onto the mattress. Then he stood and undressed himself. I gasped as he slid his shirt over his head. Strapped to his chest were two large knives. There was something else held in the middle of his back. He pulled the straps over his shoulders and set two miniature energy bolt pistols on his dresser. He then took off his shoes and slid his pants off. There was another miniature EB pistol strapped to his ankle.
He smiled at me in an almost embarrassed sort of way and said with a smile, “I didn’t want you to find them and do something stupid in surprise.”
“I know how to use energy weapons,” I said, trying not to show anger. “My father trained all of his children in their use.”
“I will keep that in mind,” Master said as he finally crawled onto the bed.
When he was lying alongside me, he reached above his head to a control panel on the headboard and said, “I have an anniversary present for you.”
When I blurted out, “What?” he laughed and said, “You have been asleep or you would have noticed that your collar now reads 542. You have been with me for 100 days.”
“Oh,” I said, and he replied, “As a 100-day anniversary gift, I am going to show you something that few people on Farpost ever see.”
He pushed some buttons and the protector plates in the dome above the bed began rotating open. “We are outside the main dome of the city here,” Master said, pointing at the now open ceiling. “This clear dome does not provide as much protection as the layered domes over the city so the thick protector plates can only be opened at night.”
I stared in amazement. There were millions of stars visible in the sky.
Master laughed. “If it were daytime, we would be overwhelmed with radiation. The original miners could stand the solar radiation a few minutes– or even longer– as long as they were working hard or running between their burrows. For some reason, if your body is using a lot of energy, it handles the radiation differently.” He laughed again, then turned his head to look at me and said, “Maybe if we made love continuously, we would be safe, but even I can only last so long.”
I smiled back at him and said, “Then let us pretend that it is daytime.”
I slid down his body and engulfed his prick with my mouth. It was flaccid but immediately sprang to life as I bobbed up and down on it.
“Let me show you something else,” Master said as he pulled my hips over his body.
He moved my legs until I was straddling his chest with one knee on each side of his chest. I felt more pressure on my rump as he pulled me down further. Then suddenly it was as if an energy bolt struck between my legs. Master was using his tongue on me!
I bobbed and slurped as hard as I could, but Master was driving me wild with his tongue. I found myself rocking and bouncing my body so my head would go down on his engorged prick and then my hips would bounce closer to his lips and tongue.
I was very close to losing control. I didn’t know what my body would do if I did. Then, just as I felt his prick start to twitch and spurt into my mouth, I felt his mouth clamp down on my clit and suck as if it were his mother’s teat.
All I could do in response was suck harder on his prick... at least until I totally lost control. I heard myself screaming and my legs shot straight behind me against the headboard.
“I’m sorry, Master!” I sobbed out when I regained control. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. A slave is not supposed to lose control. My purpose is to give pleasure to my Master.”
I felt a hand slap lightly on my ass and then Master said, “But what if your Master receives pleasure by seeing you lose control? What if your Master is pleased to give you pleasure?”
I turned around so I was kneeling upright alongside him and said softly, “I don’t know,” I said softly. “Then I guess it would be the slave’s duty to allow herself to lose control.”
“It’s a complicated world, isn’t it, my little shishi?” he said with a light laugh.
“Yes Master,” I replied, bowing my head. Then I looked up and sighed. “May I watch the stars, Master?” I asked.
“Can your eyes watch the stars,” he answered, “while your specially-trained muscles do what they do best?”
“Yes. Master,” I said softly as I straddled his hips and lowered myself down on his prick which had come back to attention. I looked up at the stars I had never seen before and concentrated on making my cunt muscles do what they had been trained to do. I heard Master moan softly two more times as his prick twitched and spurted inside of me. Then he relaxed back.
“May I stay a little longer, Master?” I asked, still staring up at the stars.
“Yes, shishi,” he answered. “I want you to stay here tonight.” He patted the bed next to him and I moved over and lay next to him.
“I am traveling again to Home World tomorrow,” he said softly. He laughed flatly. “This time I am chartering my own ship,” he said firmly. “I will also have a full complement of bodyguards with me. They may still try for me, but if something happens at least it won’t kill a starliner full of innocent people.”
“Oh, Master,” I wailed. “It would be better if they just killed me.”
“I don’t think they want you dead... yet,” he said softly. “They need you alive for something. We just don’t know what.”
He then pulled me against his chest. I lay my head on his chest and listened to his heart beating as I looked upward at the stars. After a short while I drifted off to sleep. Madame Loretta woke me in the morning. Master was already gone.
“Time to return to your quarters, shishi,” Madame Loretta said firmly. Then she smiled and said, “Karl loves you. Did you know that?”
“He is my Master,” I stuttered back.
“He is more than that,” she replied. “Trust me, I know these things. ... And I know Master Karl.”
We walked silently back to the slave area. No guards walked with us, but Madame Loretta had an energy bolt pistol hanging from a leather strap that went around her neck and hung under her arm. Slaves are not allowed such weapons but no one questioned her. And I was not going to ask about it.
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END OF CHAPTER SEVEN
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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.