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 accompanies Madame Loretta to the market.
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 eight. I will be posting a new chapter about every week.
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Chapter EIGHT - Purchasing a New Slave
Cycle 4378, Day 297
Master has been gone now for two months. Despite the many advances in thrust engines, it still takes a space liner that long to get to the Home Planet system. Master will be gone for at least another two months, and that is if his business on Home Planet is only a day or two. My body burns for him. If it were not for lucida relieving my fires each night I think that I would burn up like the straw figures on the fires at the Day of Remembrance ceremonies.
My training continues. I run. I swim. I practice with the weighted dildo and the electric muscle trainer and even the deep throat machine. Madame Loretta says that I need to keep in practice for when Master returns. But it has all become so... boring. I am not allowed to leave the house. I am not allowed to be alone with anyone except lucida at night. And then there are four guards standing just outside my door. For the first time, I feel like an animal in a cage. I know that Master has ordered it for my own protection, and the house is beautiful. But it is still a beautiful cage.
I complained to Madame Loretta yesterday and she told me, “Slaves do what their Master orders even if it is unpleasant or difficult.”
In response I blurted out, “But you do whatever you wish.”
As soon as I said it, I dropped to the ground and begged her forgiveness. “I’m sorry Madame Loretta,” I cried, “I only meant to think that. It just came out... like when my lifepack is offline.”
I expected her to be angry, but instead she grabbed me and pulled me toward Master’s room. The guards blocked us at first, but let us in when she angrily faced them and called out, “You WILL let me pass.”
Once inside, she opened a small drawer and took out a familiar looking watch. She pressed the button and suddenly I felt the emptiness of my lifepack going offline. She pressed a panel on the wall and it opened revealing a data screen. After several quick taps and swipes my lifepack information was presented on the screen.
Madame Loretta stared at the screen for several minutes, grunting softly to herself. Then she turned to me and said, “Your lifepack has been offline five times since Karl left. That is impossible, but it is so. The internal records in your lifepack have also been altered to hide the fact that you were offline. That, too, is impossible, but it– or something like it– was anticipated. You have been backing up regularly to this system so your original data is here. You have been offline five times. I will report this to your Master. It may have something to do with what is going on.”
She then turned me so we were face to face and said firmly, “If you feel empty or if you suddenly blurt out your thoughts, come to me at once and tell me.”
I replied, “Yes, Mistress,” and then immediately dropped to my knees and wailed, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it Madame Loretta. I think of you as a Mistress.”
She just laughed and said, “I think we need to do some control training so your thoughts remain inside your head when your lifepack is offline.”
So today I am standing in the training room with a weird metal helmet over my head. Madame Loretta is sitting in front of me. My constant companion, lucida, is kneeling at my feet. Madame Loretta presses a button on a small remote and suddenly I feel the emptiness.
“I am ordering you to lie to me,” she says very firmly. “Do NOT answer my questions truthfully.”
“Yes, Madame Loretta” I say in a shaky voice. I have never, ever, lied to her or Master.
“What are you thinking right now?” she barks out.
I glance down at lucida and say, “I am wishing that I was back in my room with lucida lapping at my cunt.”
Slave lucida laughs. I sob, “I tried. I tried. But it just comes out.”
“What do you want lucida to do to you?” Madame Loretta asks.
“I want her to lick and suck and reach up and twist my nipples until I explode,” I reply. Then I sob again and say, “I can’t do it.”
“Yes, you can!” Madame Loretta screams at me. “You can hold your thoughts within yourself. You can say the opposite of what you are thinking. You just have to try.”
I scream back at her, “No, I can’t! No, I can’t! No, I can’t!”
I am trembling with anger. Madame Loretta asks softly, “Do you love Master Karl?”
My mind is screaming “Yes! Yes! Yes!” but somehow I say, “No. I am just his pleasure slave.”
Madame Loretta smiles and I sob, “Please don’t ever make me say that again,” I blubber out. “The truth is that I love him and would serve him even if he did not own me.”
“I know,” she says. “But your life– and his– may depend on you never saying that.” Her voice gets more firm as she says, “It would appear that the secret to keeping your thoughts inside your head is anger. When you feel the emptiness, let yourself be angry that someone is trying to change your life record.” She gives me a short smile and adds, “Unless it is Master Karl or me who is putting you offline.”
“Yes, Madame Loretta,” I quickly reply.
“I am going to the slave fair tomorrow to look for a new kitchen slave,” she says quickly. “You and lucida will accompany me. I want you to be outside among people for a while.”
“Yes, Madame Loretta,” I respond, but I am confused. Why would she want me outside the house?
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We are walking downtown. It is Madame Loretta, myself, lucida, and four burly guards. One of the guards is carrying lucida so she can keep up with us. He has her tucked under one arm like a package. It doesn’t even slow his gait.
Six or seven others left with us but evidently they were going somewhere else. They all had large packs on their backs as if they were delivering something somewhere. Master has a very busy household so people are always coming and going.
Madame Loretta still has the EB pistol hanging around her neck like a giant necklace of some sort. I don’t know if it is the angry-looking guards or Madame Loretta’s pistol, or perhaps just her personal power, but people for the most part give us a wide berth as we walk up the streets to the park.
I have never been to a slave fair before. I was sold as a judicial slave. That is a rather cold and impersonal sort of sale. Madame Loretta showed me the sale prospectus the courts had prepared for me. A video of me was made with a man fully describing my “assets and liabilities” as he called them. He gave my age and weight and education and detailed the crime for which I was being sold and the expected duration of my Judicial Slavery. Then he gave a minimum bid and stated that bids should be filed with the Clerk of the Courts office.
This was totally different. This is a slave fair. Normally this is a park in the center of town, but for today it is a slave fair. There are stages set up all throughout the fair area. There are different stages for work slaves and house slaves and pleasure slaves and even free slaves, a weird designation for a person who sells themselves into slavery for a designated period of time but can buy themselves back at any time should their fortunes change.
We stop in front of the house slaves stage for a while, but Madame Loretta doesn’t look very impressed. She grunts at the guards and we move on to the pleasure slaves stage. “Stay close to me,” Madame Loretta says as she pulls me tight against her. She turns lucida so that she is facing behind us and says firmly. “You are the eyes in the back of my head. If you see something tell me. If there isn’t time just scream.” The four guards, meanwhile, stand around us facing out in all directions.
The first slave is brought out onto the platform. I don’t know what her planet of origin is, but she has skin that is almost the red of a ripe apple. Two naked male slaves stand on the platform just behind the auctioneer. He pulls one of them out in front of him and says brusquely to the female slave, “Show us your mouth skills.”
The red slave immediately drops to her knees and begins sucking and slurping on the slave’s prick. The auctioneer waits a few moments and then says, “That’s enough. Now show your responsiveness when fucked.”
The female slave flops over onto her back and lifts her crotch. The male slave drops to his knees and spears her with his bobbing cock. He thrusts furiously and she rams herself back up into him, matching him thrust for thrust. The auctioneer allows them to continue for several minutes. Someone in the crowd starts clapping in time with the male slave’s thrusts. That continues for several more minutes until the female slave suddenly gives a shrill cry and shudders in orgasm. The male slave keeps thrusting and the crowd keeps clapping until the female slave again screams out in orgasm. Then he collapses on top of her.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the auctioneer says loudly, “for those of you who might be interested, all of our male slaves this morning are also for sale today. They will be presented later after all of the female pleasure slaves are sold.”
The female slave is then brought to the very front of the stage for the auction. The bidding is very spirited and she sells for 178,000 Mn.
We stand and watch four more slaves displayed. Madame Loretta looks rather bored with the whole procedure. Then a sixth slave is brought onto the stage. She is crying as she is led across the stage.
The auctioneer tells her to show her mouth skills and she drops to her knees and begins sucking off the male slave. When she is told to display her responsiveness when fucked she, like the slaves before her, flops over onto her back and thrusts her cunt upward. The male slave mounts her and they fuck for several minutes until the male slave finally spurts inside her. She moans and gasps beneath him, but I can tell that she hadn’t really had an orgasm. She is faking it.
The auctioneer evidently can also tell because he looks upset. Once he begins the auction, however, his face and voice take on their professional tone and cadence. The bidding is very weak. It is only at 70,000 Mn and the auctioneer is calling out hopefully, “Do I hear seventy-five? Do I hear seventy-five?”
Madame Loretta raises her hand and says loudly, “One hundred and fifty thousand.”
There is a stunned silence from the crowd. The slave stares at Madame Loretta with wide open eyes... and mouth. So does the auctioneer.
“Sold!” the auctioneer screams out.
“I will take her with me,” Madame Loretta says forcefully. “You may send the contracts and billing to Mooreena at the House of Burcroft.”
“Yes, Madame Loretta,” the auctioneer barks back. Then he shoves the slave over to the steps which lead down from the stage.
“Follow us,” Madame Loretta says firmly to the slave. Then she turns and begins walking back to the house.
After we walk for a while, Madame Loretta says very softly to the girl, “You are not a pleasure slave.”
The slave shakes slightly and breaks step. Then she stops and says, “I am whatever my Master or Mistress desires me to be.”
“Why were you designated a pleasure slave?” Madame Loretta asks.
“I have no other skills,” the slave answers, hanging her head and looking at the ground. “All I have is my body.” Tears fill her eyes as she says, “It was this... or the mines... and I would rather be dead than be in the mines.”
“What if I made you a kitchen slave?” Madame Loretta asks. “I would arrange for your training so that you can become a skilled cook.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” the slave bubbles. She starts to drop to the ground, but Madame Loretta stops her. Then she says firmly, “Never call me Mistress. I am Madame Loretta. Your Master is Master Karl Burcroft.”
“I will be loyal,” the slave says, bowing her head.
Madame Loretta looks over at me and smiles. I walk alongside her. The new slave follows three steps behind just in front of the guards.
“I don’t understand,” I say. “Why didn’t you just buy a kitchen slave. She would have been much cheaper.”
“But she would have been unhappy that she was but a kitchen slave,” Madame Loretta replied. “When I doubled the bid, I gave little baker worth... and saved her from a life she would have detested. She will be loyal to Master Karl forever.”
“Oh,” I reply, but in my head I am thinking, “Has Master Karl saved me from a life I would have detested? Is that why I am so loyal to him?”
“No, shishi,” Madame Loretta says with a laugh, “You are so loyal because you love him.”
“Did I say that out loud?” I cry and Madame Loretta stops. Her face is set almost in anger.
She calls out across the street to one of the men carrying backpacks, “Did you get it?”
He replies, “Triangulated on five out of six. We will be able to give you the exact coordinates after we do our analysis.”
I take a deep breath and concentrate on keeping my thoughts to myself. “So this is why you wanted me outside,” I think. “You needed me someplace where the technicians could track what was happening with my lifepack.”
When we reach the front doors of Master’s house, the guards stop and stand outside. The men with the packs continue inside with us. They go off into some corridors I have never walked. Madame Loretta says, “Stay with me,” as she walks toward the kitchen area. We have to walk slowly so lucida can keep up.
Once we are there, she pulls the new slave in front of her and says to the chief cook. “This is little baker. She is your new apprentice. See that she learns all that you know about the kitchens.” As we turn to leave, she stops and turns her head back to face the chief cook. Then she adds, “And treat her well as I treat you well.”
“Yes, Madame Loretta,” the entire kitchen staff says in unison.
As we walk back toward the main part of the house, Madame Loretta stops me. “Would you be happy in the kitchens?” she asks.
“I... I... I don’t think so,” I stammer out.
“You are one of the lucky ones,” she replies, “who have found your place in life. You are a pleasure slave who likes being a pleasure slave.”
“Does that mean I am a natural slut?” I ask.
“Did you intend to ask that?” Madame Loretta asks. Her voice is tense.
“Yes, Madame Loretta,” I reply. “I intended to ask that. Am I a natural slut?”
“If by that you mean do you enjoy sex and enjoy the pleasure it brings and enjoy bringing pleasure to a man, then yes, you are a natural slut,” she answers. “But there is nothing shameful in something that is your natural state. It is what you are.” She smiles and adds, “And Karl loves you for it and for everything else that you naturally are.”
“Oh,” I reply. We are at the doors to my room.
“Get some rest,” Madame Loretta says, “... both of you. You have a full schedule of training for this afternoon.”
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END OF CHAPTER EIGHT
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