I could have published this 20K word story as a short book, but instead am sharing it with my followers in six posts. I will be posting a new chapter approximately each week. In Chapter Four, Spacer Bob’s Fantasy Tours visits wet electro punishment on Terra Seven Gamma.
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Chapter Four - Terra Seven Gamma
Terra Seven Gamma is a desert planet. There is enough sub-surface water to sustain life, and here and there you might find small ponds that have water in them during the rainy season, but overall water is very scarce– and very expensive– on Terra Seven Gamma. That is why I was very surprised when Spacer Bob’s tour appeared at what appeared to be some sort of underground water carnival.
I don’t mean that it was hidden from the authorities, though that may also be the case. I mean it was literally underground in some sort of round cavern with a high domed ceiling. There were several huge, clear plastic tanks of water standing against the edge of the dome. On the opposite side of the dome were a half-dozen or so empty clear plastic tubes about a meter across arranged in a circle under what appeared to be some sort of circular construction crane. There was also a huge, oblong wooden tank mounted on a very sturdy, wheeled platform. The tank was about two meters high with a weird looking circular metal contraption sitting above it. Lastly, in the middle of the space there was a large empty, rectangular pool about two meters deep that was built into the ground and stretched almost completely across the open space, a distance of well over 100 meters.
As we finally stopped revolving, the seats contracted slightly and seemed to open up on one side to match the seating carved out of the rock which only went a little over half-way around the cavern. While I was trying to comprehend the spacial shift necessary to accomplish that rearrangment, Spacer Bob stood up and bellowed out, “Imagine, if you will, a world where water itself can be a major attraction for an illicit show. Combine that with the kinkiness which can be found on any world and you have Madam Doriander’s House of Wet Pain.” He laughed and continued, “This world doesn’t have much water, but with the constant sun and the solar panels that cover half the planet, they have more than enough electrical energy. So, for those of you who enjoy watching wet electrical play in all its forms, this stop will be very enjoyable.”
He sat down as a very thin black-haired woman in a skin-tight black shiny swimsuit walked out into the center of the cavern. At first her voice sounded like only that of a small child, but then as she looked around the arena it became stronger and more forceful. I don’t know if that was from Spacer Bob’s translation matrix which was giving us in her words in Terran Standard or maybe it was just part of her act. In any case, a high-pitched, mousey voice like you would hear from a child suddenly became the strong, resonant voice of a powerful mistress.
“We have six slaves ready for punishment today,” she said forcefully. Then she shrugged her shoulders and said, “Or maybe it will not be punishment, you can never tell.” She raised both hands high into the air and almost shouted, “In any case, you will now witness Madam Doriander’s Wet Wheel of Pain.”
A very low motorized vehicle came out of a side cavern of some sort and connected to the platform with the wooden tank. Now that I wasn’t spinning it was clear that what was mounted above the tank was a small Ferris wheel with no cars or seats. They stopped when the Ferris wheel tank was next to the rectangular pool which was built into the ground. Then the tow vehicle disconnected. Several rather beefy men wearing what looked like leather Speedos ran out and unfolded four large stabilizer bars from the side of the platform and set them firmly in place. As soon as the bars were set, two more hunks in black Speedos hurried out dragging what appeared to be about a ten-centimeter clear hose with a large brass nozzle on the end of it. They connected the hose to one of the huge tanks of water and then stood there like they were posing for a fireman’s erotic calendar.
Madam Doriander stared out intently at the crowd with a big smile on her face and said in a very sexy and seductive voice, “Watch!”
One of the men opened the valve and a tremendous spurt of water began filling the wooden tank. I was thinking to myself that it would have been faster and more efficient to have pre-filled the tanks. Why make the audience wait for the tanks to be pulled out and filled?
Then I heard the oohs and aahs coming from the stands. People were pointing and even apparently taking images of the water flowing into the tank. “This is more water,” Bob’s voice whispered, “than many of these people will see in a year. There are no free-flowing streams or rivers on Terra Seven Gamma. All water must be pumped up from the ice rivers far below the surface. Only the very rich and very powerful... and of course the very kinky... have access to such quantities of water.”
I had never before thought of water as a show of decadence. I guess different strokes for different folks includes how we look at water.
Once the tank was filled to the appropriate level, a staircase was rolled out that locked onto the platform that was positioned over the tank just in front of the large wheel. A very huge, very muscular man wearing not only a black Speedo but also a matching black leather hood-mask lumbered out and clambered up the steps. When he got to the top, he unfolded a section of the platform that extended it so that it nearly touched the wheel. Then he turned around and said in a very gruff voice, “All is ready.”
The six hunks reappeared, this time each one of them was leading a naked slave... or performer... or whatever. There were three naked men and three naked women. Each of them had a large symbol painted on their abdomens which Spacer Bob’s equipment translated as numbers. It looked strange to see a large number floating in the air above each of the naked slaves but at least we knew what was going on.
A loud voice suddenly yelled in my ear. “Place your bets. Place your bets!” A man was walking up and down the rows of seats. He was almost screaming, “Payout is two to one if you choose either the slave who outlasts or the slave who first screams for mercy. Four to one if you pick both. Place your bets. Place your bets. Place your bets.”
He walked through me to get to someone who had held up some coins and beckoned to him. It was startling, but I felt nothing. I wondered if anyone in the audience could see or sense that we were there.
I tried to concentrate on the show, but I sort of kept my eye on him at the same time. If possible, I would avoid getting walked through again. I must have been more distracted that I realized because suddenly four of the naked slaves were already strapped to the wheel. The hooded man called out, “Next!” and a trembling young man walked slowly up the steps.
The beefy man pushed the naked slave back against the wheel and lifted his hands high above his head. Then he lashed the young slave’s arms to the outer frame of the wheel. He reached over to a small box strapped to his left wrist and the wheel rotated just enough to pull the young male slave’s feet off the ground. Then the hooded man wrapped long strips of what looked like leather around the slave’s shins binding him firmly to the wheel.
“No, no, I can’t do it!” screamed the last slave. She was shaking almost violently. Madam Doriander turned to her and spoke loudly and firmly, “You were sentenced to forty lashes and forty months for your crimes. You chose this alternate punishment. If you refuse your sentence will be doubled to eighty lashes and eighty months.”
She moved to stand directly in front of the terrified prisoner and growled out, “Get up that ladder!”
Everything shimmered slightly and suddenly it was the long-haired blond standing naked in front of Madam D. The naked, blonde, female prisoner-slave stood shaking for a moment and then gasped as her bladder unleashed a stream of water into the hard sand of the arena floor.
Madam Doriander laughed and said, “A little less piss we have to filter out of our water.” The crowd responded with hoots and laughter. The naked, blonde, female prisoner hung her head in shame and slowly started climbing the ladder.
“There will be no additional punishment for this slave,” Madam Doriander said firmly. Then she smiled and said, “How could we? Everything is automatic once the Wheel of Pain starts to spin.”
The hooded man at the top of the stairs seemed to be especially rough as he pushed the now crying slave-prisoner against the wheel. When he lifted her up, he suddenly stopped and ran his finger through her slit. “The pain isn’t what she is afraid of,” he called down to Madam Doriander. “She is afraid she will reveal her inner nature.”
“We will see. We will see,” Madam D replied.
Once the final slave’s legs were firmly bound to the wheel, the hooded man folded back the extension to the platform and descended the stairs. Two hunks in black Speedos immediately rolled the stairs out of the way.
“Remember,” Madame Doriander said in her sexy voice, “payout is two to one if you choose either the slave who outlasts or the slave who first screams for mercy. Four to one if you pick both.” She laughed and then said, “And six to one if you identify every slave who orgasms.”
She then turned and called out, “Start the wheel!”
The wheel slowly began to rotate. It made several revolutions before it began to slowly lower. Or perhaps it was lowering from the beginning but it was so slow that I didn’t realize it. On each revolution the bound slaves came closer and closer to the water. On of the male slaves who had inordinately large feet was the first to scream as his toes dipped into the water at the very bottom of the wheel. His scream was more one of surprise than pain, but everyone in the crowd now leaned intently forward waiting for more screams.
Number four, a big breasted woman was next. Her scream was not one of surprise. With only her nipples entering the water, she was receiving a very painful shock. The three men only grunted, but it was their feet that were entering the water. In another rotation or two it would be something much more sensitive
Actually, it was only one more rotation when number five, a rather well-endowed male howled out in pain. The tip of his penis had entered the water. Female number four was no longer screaming. Now the water was well past her nipples so she merely grunted as her tits first went under the water. Female number six, the last one put on the wheel, was not screaming either. She was gasping and grunting in what was not pain for her.
Male number three was the first one to scream for mercy. The water was barely lapping at his entire body, but his prick and balls were totally submerged at the bottom of the wheel’s movement. Meanwhile male number one was grunting and gasping in the same pleasure-pain response as female number six. His prick was ramrod straight and had been the first thing into the water for several rotations.
The wheel now began rotating faster. I wasn’t sure why this was until I realized that the faces of all six slaves were now touching the water. The crowd was becoming very excited. I don’t know if they were appreciating the pain and pleasure responses or the fact that these six were slowly being submerged in water.
The second time female number four was submerged she came up screaming for mercy. She was calling out, “A million ants are eating my body.” In another rotation, male number five called out, “Mercy, mercy, mercy.” He didn’t scream, but there was panic in his voice as he called out. Two revolutions later, female number four was next. She, too, did not scream out, but called out loudly, “Mercy, mercy, mercy.”
But there was no mercy. The court had set the number of revolutions and the wheel was automatic. It would turn until that number was reached.
During the next revolution, male number one spurted like a fountain just as he reached the top of the wheel. His loud cry of “Noooooo!” was met with laughter and jeering from the crowd.
Two revolutions later, the wheel suddenly pulled upward. It continued to spin rapidly but none of the slaves were entering the water. Female number six, the young blonde woman who had been sitting next to me, was now crying out, “No, no, no. I was so close. I was so close.”
In response the crowd laughed, but Madam Doriander said slowly, “Maybe we have a new slave for our attractions.” She walked over to the wheel and waited for it to come to a stop. Female six was hanging upside-down on the back side of the wheel. Her long blonde hair was dripping water onto the sand.
“So,” Madam D said firmly to the upside down female, “would you like to serve me as my slave and receive the pain you crave and even be allowed to cum from the pain?”
A very shaky, “Yes,” was the reply.
Madam D laughed and said, “Obviously I won’t ask you to bow before me in submission at this point, but I accept you as my slave.”
The staircase was once again rolled out and pushed up against the tank. The huge, muscular man in a black Speedo but with a matching black hood-mask again lumbered out and clambered up the steps. He stood at the top of the steps and rotated the wheel backwards until slave number one was in position. He flipped the platform extension in place and slowly released the slave. Two of the non-masked hunks in black Speedos hurried up the stairs and more or less carried the trembling slave-prisoner down to the sand where they dropped him kneeling on the ground. He lowered himself so that he was basically sitting on his feet like a woman and covered his face with his hands in shame for what he had done.
Once slave-prisoner number one was removed, the huge man again flipped the extension out of the way and rotated the wheel in reverse so the procedure could be repeated for female slave-prisoner number two. The two hunks who came up the stairs more or less carried her down to the ground and dumped her in the sand. She dropped to her knees and then fell forward, just stopping herself with her hands and then staying on her hands and knees trembling.
The same procedure was repeated for slave-prisoners three, four, five, and six. The female slave-prisoner number six, however, surprised everyone when she ran down the steps and threw herself face forward into the sand at Madam Doriander’s feet. “I submit myself to you as your permanent slave– if you will have me– and I pledge my undying loyalty and obedience to you.”
The crowd roared in hoots, shouts, and applause. Madam D waited for the noise to totally quiet down before saying almost sweetly, “I accept your submission. Please accompany my overseer to the holding cells.” She paused and then said, “When you get to the cells, I order you to lay flat in the hallway so everyone can see you and masturbate yourself to climax until my overseer tells you that you may stop. Then he will fuck you and put you in your cell.”
After the overseer led the naked, blonde, female slave out of the arena, Madam Doriander looked up at the crowd and smiled as she said, “Slave six will soon discover that her fellow slaves have their own welcoming ceremony. She will have to satisfy every other female slave in her cell.” She laughed and then said, “They might have some other games they want to play with her, but as long as she is not permanently injured and able to make the next performance, that is between slaves.”
I looked over to where the young blonde woman had been sitting and there was a pile of clothing and a small purse lying on the floor between the benches. While I was recording that for possible evidence against Spacer Bob, three of the Speedo hunks ran out and connected three clear hoses to spigots spaced across the very bottom side of the wooden tank. They then ran the hoses over to the sunken swimming pool and then stood next to them.
Madam Doriander walked to the center of the arena and again stared out intently at the crowd with a big smile on her face. This time the crowd knew what was coming and leaned forward in expectation as she said in her sexy and seductive voice, “Watch!”
The three hunks opened the valves and the water splashed into the pool. The crowd responded with gasps and oohs and aahs. I could hear one woman groan in what was apparently an orgasm. On this planet, the very sight of so much water flowing freely was enough to drive her over the top.
When the water finally was completely drained from the wooden tank. The three hunks disconnected the hoses and tossed them into the tank. They were then joined by a fourth Speedo hunk and each of them released one of the four stabilizer jacks. The tow vehicle again trundled out into the arena and this time attached to the back end of the platform holding the tank and Ferris wheel. As it pulled the entire thing back into one of the side tunnels, the crowd suddenly became very excited and many were pointing at something.
It took me a minute to figure out what it was. The hunks had left the spigots open when they disconnected the hoses and the agitation of being towed was evidently causing water to slosh out. Spacer Bob’s almost whispered voice slowly said, “On Terra Seven Gamma, you could go to prison for intentionally leaving a water tap open, even if no water was flowing from it. If you did it accidentally, there could be a severe fine.”
As soon as the wooden tank was out of sight, the four Speedo hunks ran back into the arena carrying two long clear hoses. This time one end of the hose was attached to a fitting near the top of one of the clear plastic tubes. The other end of the hose was attached to one of the water reservoirs. When both hoses were attached, Madam Doriander’s voice came through the sound system, “Watch!”
Again, the crowd responded with awe and amazement as the tubes quickly filled with water. As soon as the tubes were full, the hunks moved their hoses to the next tube, actually to a tube three tubes away. As that tube was quickly filling, I looked back at the huge reservoir tanks. The clear circles of those tanks not only went up to the roof of the dome, but from the water pressure, they extended well up into the rock.
As soon as those tubes were filled, the Speedo hunks connected both hoses to the top of a single one of the empty tubes which had two fill fittings. With two hoses gushing into the tube, the water reached the top very quickly and the hunks moved on to the final tube which also had double fill connectors. As the tube was filling, Spacer Bob explained, “One of the water reservoirs is filled directly from the ice rivers far beneath the surface. That means the water is almost at the freezing point. The other reservoir is circulated through solar heaters on the surface so that it is just below the temperature which would scald human flesh. The two combined create a temperature that is what most people want for bath water.” He laughed and said, “Except here on Terra Seven Gamma where almost no one knows what a bath is. Only the very, very rich and powerful have bath tubs.”
After all six tubes were filled, Madam Doriander walked out into the center of the arena. She smiled broadly at the crowd as she began explaining in her firm, dominant voice, “These six young women have all displeased their Masters and have accepted the water carousel as their punishment.” She paused and then said, “And don’t worry... or get upset... all of them have reached the age of adulthood.” She laughed slightly and said, “I have full records in my office if any of you are Star Police or Seven Gamma Security Forces.”
That startled me. It wasn’t that she said it, it was the words she had used. In had been several generations since Star Police changed their name and their insignias to Star Patrol. I was still trying to figure out WHEN I was when six naked young women walked out into the arena and stood next to one of the tubes. Each was accompanied by a Speedo hunk who carefully positioned them just behind flat rectangular plates of metal that were about five centimeters thick, slightly more than shoulder width in length, and just slightly wider than the woman’s bare foot.
Madame D forcefully said, “Mount!” and all six women stepped up onto the plates. There were leather straps which came through the plates on either side of each foot. The hunks quickly tied those straps around the women’s ankles so that they were bound tightly to the plate.
She even more forcefully ordered, “Activate the carousel,” and six cables began to descend from the weird crane. The cables stopped a little ways above each woman’s head. I could see that there were restraint cuffs hanging from each cable. Slightly above the cuffs were handles hanging from the cable that the women could grasp. The women grabbed the handles and then the hunks quickly attached the cuffs. The cables then retracted a short distance so that the women were stretched slightly upward without lifting them from the ground. The big masked and hooded man who had controlled the wheel of pain walked slowly around the circle and painted a bright red number on the abdomen of each woman. He turned toward Madam Doriander and announced in a very low and gravelly voice, “Ready.”
“The betting on this event is very simple,” Madam D began to explain. “You can bet on which slave first cries out for mercy, which slave outlasts the other five, and– as a wild card– which slave orgasms from the ordeal. Pick any one and the payout is three to one. Pick two and the payout is six to one. Pick all three and the payout is one hundred to one.” She made a gesture with her hand and smiled broadly before she said, “Of course, very few women will orgasm on the Water Carousel, so your chances of picking all three are... somewhat limited.”
The same obnoxious man with the loud voice from before walked up and down the aisles on either side of me shouting, “Place your bets! Place your bets! Place your bets! Pick Win, Lose, or Cum... or combinations thereof. Place your bets! Place your bets! Place your bets!” I was really tempted to sock him in the kisser, but my fist... and arm... and everything else would just pass through him anyway.
Madam Doriander’s voice interrupted my thoughts as she said in a firm, deep, but sexy voice, “Bets will close in nine... eight... seven... six... five... four... three... two... one!” The call of “one!” was drowned out by six shrill screams as the six young, female, naked slaves were suddenly drawn up to the very top of the circular crane. The cables which held them were still a couple of meters short of the top when the crane started to slowly spin. Loud music filled the cavern which sounded like a hundred steam whistles clicking on and off to create some sort of strange music. The naked womens’ screams added a counterpoint to the noisy tune.
Then the carousel suddenly stopped. The women swung back and forth for a moment and then they dropped... straight down into the center of one of the tubes. There was a strange, loud, “Clunk!” as the six heavy weights hit the bottoms of the tubes in a loud, slightly staggered sound. The women were yanked back up to the top of the crane/carousel. Two were relatively quiet; Two were shuddering as though trying to keep from shivering; And two were screaming at the tops of their lungs.
The music played; the carousel rotated; the naked young women screamed in fright; and then they dropped once again into the center of the tubes. This time the drop wasn’t quite as fast. Three of the women began screaming as soon as their feet entered the water. I was able to follow the pattern of the machine at it was obvious that one of the women who was screaming had been in the tepid water and was now going into the almost scalding water. One was going from almost freezing to almost scalding. And one was going from almost scalding to almost freezing.
I was surprised that the naked slave who went from hot to cold was screaming the loudest. In fact, she continued to scream as she went under the water. I silently hoped she had closed her mouth with enough air in her lungs to last for the few seconds that she would be completely under water. Evidently she did, because she started screaming again as soon as her head came up out of the water.
I glanced over at tube number five, which was also a freezing cold tube of water. Slave number four was coming up out of that tube and was not screaming. In fact, her eyes were closed and her body was in a very tense, but at the same time relaxed state. I had seen that state of mind before in pain sluts who were going into the pain rather than fighting against it. Perhaps that is what was happening here, but it dangerous to make assumptions across different cultures.
Perhaps I should point out that the tubes weren’t actually numbered, but for reference from my point of view, I mentally called the tube closest to me, which was freezing water, number one. It helped that when everything began slave number one was standing next to it. Tube number one was freezing cold water. I had watched them being filled so I knew that the tubes were cold, hot, warm, hot, cold, warm going around the circle. The pattern was not consistent going around the circle probably to confuse the women on the carousel and keep them from knowing for sure what temperature water they were going to be dropped into.
The young women were pulled back to the top of the carousel and it began rotating backwards. It went a complete rotation plus two steps. That meant that slave number four, who had just been in the freezing water of tube number five was plunged into the freezing water of tube number one. She made a loud “Aaahhh” sound as she sank beneath the water. A loud, “Nooooo!” came from tube number four as slave number one dropped for a second time into almost scalding water in tank number four.
The women were pulled up and the carousel was rotated forward one position. That meant that slave number four went from ice water to scalding water and slave number one went from scalding water to ice water. Slave number one screamed loudly and continued to scream as she went under the water. Slave number four tilted her head back and sighed as the water closed over her face.
It was too late to place a bet, but it was obvious now that slave number four was going to end up cumming from this ordeal and slave number one was going to be the first to break. The only question was how long that would take.
The answer to part of that question came as soon as the naked women were once again pulled to the top. Slave number one began screaming, “Mercy! Mercy! Mercy! Mercy!” as soon as her mouth came out of the water. Her cable shot all the way to the top and stayed there while the other five were again dunked into the tubes.
The carousel had rotated forward a complete revolution plus three steps so number four was again at tube number five, the freezing water. She was almost rigid and was panting heavily as her head went under the water. When she was brought up again, she was groaning. The carousel moved forward two positions and dropped her into tube number one, the other freezing water tube. She began shaking violently as soon as her feet touched the ice water. Her violent movements continued as she went under the water.
Whoever– or whatever– was operating that carousel/crane knew that she was in danger of inhaling water and began pulling everyone back up as soon as slave number one’s head went under the water. She came up coughing... and groaning... and then screaming out in what was obviously an extreme orgasm. She was pulled all the way to the top of the carousel/crane where she continued to thrash in wave after wave of orgasmic passion.
Meanwhile the carousel rotated backwards five positions. That put slaves one and four high above the warm water tanks while the remaining slaves plunged into scalding or freezing water. The carousel rotated one complete rotation forward plus one step. That meant that slaves three and six moved to the warm water tubes while slave two and five went from freezing to scalding or from scalding to freezing.
I watched in amazement as the carousel stepped forward three steps for five times in a row. That meant that slaves three and six were continually dunked in warm water while two and five alternated between freezing and scalding. The betting was fixed. Madam D, or whoever, was going to break slaves two and five.
As the slaves came up out of the water for the fifth time, both slave two and slave five began screaming, “Mercy! Mercy! Mercy! Mercy!” They were drawn to the very top of the carousel/crane leaving only slaves three and six moving downward toward the tubes.
Slave three dropped down into freezing tube number one. Slave six dropped into scalding tube number four. The carousel rotated forward three steps so that slave six was now in the cold water and slave three was now in the scalding water. The next rotation was a full circle plus two steps so that both slaves were in warm water. The carousel then rotated backwards a full circle plus five steps so that slave three was again dropping into freezing tube one and slave six dropped into scalding tube number four.
I started laughing to myself. A young dark-skinned woman sitting sightly to the side in the row in front of me turned around, scowled at me, and said curtly, “It’s not funny.”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I am laughing at the fact that it is all rigged. The rotations were controlled to create everything up to this point. Now they are seeing which will break someone faster, freezing, scalding, warm, or scalding, freezing warm.”
She wrinkled her eyebrows and said, “So it’s completely fixed? The slaves have no control over the outcome?”
“Yes,” I replied, still laughing slightly.
“Oh,” she said and turned back around. There was something about the expression on her face that I absolutely couldn’t read. I also couldn’t identify her species or planet of origin. She was humanoid, but the mahogany shade of her skin combined with a heart-shaped face and almond-shaped eyes didn’t register anywhere in my memory... or in the augmented memory I was currently carrying.
I was thinking about further engaging her in conversation when suddenly one of the slaves began screaming, “Mercy! Mercy! Mercy! Mercy!” It was slave number three. Evidently it was more painful to go repeatedly from freezing to scalding than it was to go repeatedly from scalding to freezing. That is, of course, assuming both slaves had nearly equal tolerances to pain and discomfort.
The carousel drew all of the slaves up to the very top and then rotated slowly until the slaves were between the tubes. The slaves were then slowly lowered to the ground. It took only a few moments to release them from the weights and the wrist restraints and then guide– or carry them– out of the arena.
It took a little longer for the Speedo hunks to connect hoses to the bottom of the tubes and drain them into the large rectangular pool. As the tubes were draining, Spacer Bob spoke up. “Do you want to stay for the capture races or go on to Maximus Alpha Fourteen?”
A few people said, “Move on;” several said, “Your choice;” but most said, “Let’s see the race.” So, Spacer Bob said, “OK, we have time.” He laughed slightly and said, “We always have time, we’ll stay.”
The dark-skinned woman again scowled at me as I laughed loudly. “You wouldn’t understand,” I said politely. “It is a technical thing.”
“Whatever,” she said curtly as she turned around. This wasn’t a passive submissive here to get her... or his... sexual kicks. This also wasn’t a sadist enjoying the plight of the slaves. This was a strong woman who was upset that I was apparently laughing at the plight of these slaves. I definitely wanted to speak further with her when the tour was over.
Once the six tubes were emptied into the large pool it was nearly full. I didn’t think that there had been enough water in the various tubes and tanks used in the acts to fill such a large pool, then I noticed someone dressed all in black standing in the shadows between the big, clear tanks that were built into the edge of the dome. He was slowly turning a large valve. I think he was closing it, but different cultures and beings have different ideas about how a valve is supposed to work, so I couldn’t be sure. One thing I could be sure of, the level of water in the big tanks was now well below where it had been after the carousel tubes had been filled. Evidently while the audience was poohing and pointing at the water which splashed into the pool from the hoses emptying the carousel tubes, additional water was being added to the pool from the reservoir tanks. In any case, the pool was now nearly full water.
Six naked women walked out and stood at one end of the pool. They each had a number painted on their abdomen and twice on their asscheeks, one facing each side. That was evidently so the numbers could be read as the naked women swam furiously through the water.
As they stood there staring out at the pool, Madam Doriander walked out and stood behind them. “These women,” she called out loudly, “are not slaves... not yet.” She paused to look around at the audience. “All six of them have signed the paperwork to sell themselves into slavery for months– or even years– to get themselves out of debt or to pay fines related to multiple petty crimes.” She smiled out at the crowd and said brightly, “ONE of them will leave here a free woman with all of her debts settled. The other five will leave here as permanent slaves” She laughed and then said, “MY slaves. And it won’t really be permanent. It will just be twice what their submitted indenturement specified on their original contracts.”
She laughed again and said, “You might be thinking that they should not have bet so much on their ability to swim fast. ... And you are right. But if these soon-to-be slaves were good at making life decisions, they wouldn’t have messed up their lives so badly that they have come to be standing here naked with numbers painted on their abdomens and asses.”
All six of the naked women were squirming with embarrassment but most of the crowd were not watching them. They were instead watching five of the Speedo hunks walking out to the other side of the pool... except they were no longer wearing their Speedos. They were all buck naked. And all of them had absolutely perfect bodies plus a well above average penis which dangled flaccid in front of them.
“This is a five-lap capture race,” Madam Doriander said loudly. “Or should I say it is five, one-lap races. On each lap, one of my male purficors will enter the water in pursuit, but only after the ladies have made their half-lap turn and passed the red line.”
A light turned on from somewhere and created a red line across the pool about one-fourth of the way out from where the hunks were standing. Spacer Bob’s voice spoke softly in my head, “Purficors should have translated as gigolos. They aren’t slaves. They are men who sell their bodies for money.”
Madam D continued. “If the purficor catches one of the swimmers, she is his for the rest of the day.” She chuckled, “After that, she becomes part of my stable.” Her voice became more severe as she continued, “If all six swimmers reach the end of the lap, then that purficor will have to find other outlets for his sexual needs. ... And two of the swimmers will leave here free women.”
She held what appeared to be a small energy pistol straight up into the air and shouted, “Ready! Set! Go!” On “Go!” she fired the pistol. It wasn’t like any energy pistol I had ever seen. It caused a very loud noise and a plume of smoke and flame spit forth from the barrel. I will research that later, but it looks very much like an ancient gunpowder device of some sort.
The six women dove into the water and began swimming furiously toward the other side of the pool. Number 3, a tall woman with long red hair and a flaming red bush dove straight out and hit the water almost flat. She was swimming almost before her body entered the water. That dive alone put her a full length ahead of everyone else.
I noticed that number six, a slightly overweight, very pale, very white, young woman with dark, almost black, hair and a clean-shaven bush dove almost to the bottom of the pool. By the time she got back to the top and began swimming, she was a full length behind the rest of the swimmers.
When they made their turn at the far end of the pool, number three did a slight roll of her body and dipped beneath the surface. Then she evidently pushed off hard against the side and quickly came back to the surface. She was now at least three lengths ahead of everyone else.
Most of the others swam all of the way to the wall and then turned themselves around with their hands and pushed off with their feet against the wall. Number six tried to imitate number three’s rolling turn, but ended up propelling herself to the bottom of the pool. By the time she was again on the surface, she had passed the red line. One of the purficors made a perfect dive into the water and surfaced strongly swimming. It took him only a few actual swimming strokes to catch up to number six. He grabbed her by the ankle and stood up.
The water splashed against his face as he pulled the thrashing and screaming young woman toward himself. He finally got his arms around hers and trapped them against her body... and his. “You are now a slave,” he said loudly and firmly. “And for the rest of this day, you are subject to my will.”
Number six stopped struggling. She was also upright in the water, but her feet did not reach the bottom of the pool. Instead, she bobbed in place in front of the purficor. He grabbed her wrists and began towing her back to the far end of the pool where a set of steps were built into the side just before the end wall. He led her up the steps and out into one of the side tunnels.
Meanwhile, the remaining five naked young women lined up on their starting positions awaiting the command to again begin swimming. This time Madam Doriander didn’t go through her “Ready! Set! Go!” routine. Instead, she just raised her pistol into the air and fired once. Several women in the audience startled and squealed from the sudden loud noise. Swimmer number two also squealed and jumped backward. It took her a moment to pull herself together and dive into the pool. By that time, however, she was about three lengths behind the rest of the swimmers.
If the purficor could dive into the pool when the first swimmer crossed the red line, she was doomed. If, however, he had to wait until the last swimmer crossed, she had a chance. A slim chance is better than nothing, but a poor swimmer with a slim chance has no chance against a skilled swimmer like the purficor. She had just passed the half-way point when he dove beneath her and rose holding her up out of the water. She didn’t struggle, but instead hung in a limp bow with her fingers and feet just touching the water.
And then there were four. It was pretty obvious that number three and number one had swimming experience. Where they got that on such a dry planet intrigued me. As expected, numbers four and five were captured in the next two laps. Number three and number one stood nervously awaiting the signal to start the final lap. Number one was also rather tall with a swimmer’s body. Her short, light brown hair, now wet, stuck to her head. The wet hair of her bush appeared almost black, and seemed almost straight.
Madam Doriander held her pistol in the air and called out, “Last lap!” She then fired the pistol and both young women splashed into the water. They appeared to be almost equal swimmers, but number one was about a half a length ahead as they approached the turn. Both used that strange roll of their bodies to make the turn, but number three was better at it than number one and the half-length lead was now number three’s.
They crossed the red line and the last purficor dove into the water. He was almost up to number one when she had a burst of energy and pulled away from him. He turned toward number three who did the same burst of energy to escape his attack. He turned back toward number one, who had slowed back down slightly, but just as his hands were reaching for her a loud bell sounded... twice. Both swimmers had reached the safety of the starting wall.
The purficor said something that was very loud and angry but Spacer Bob’s translation matrix just beeped. It did, however, translate the loud “Shit!” which Madam Doriander exclaimed into her open microphone. She quickly recovered, smiled at the audience, and said, “Whoever bet on number three... or number one can claim their winnings.” She paused for a moment and then said, “None of you bet on a double win.” She chuckled and said, “That would be an extremely foolish bet because it happens so rarely.”
She then looked at the audience and called out, “That is our show for this evening. Please come again. And please tell all your friends about Madam Doriander’s House of Wet Pain.”
The crowd responded with thunderous applause and the world began spinning. “Our next stop,” Spacer Bob called out loudly, “is Maximus Alpha Fourteen, home of the legendary giants of the galaxy.”
Just as things began to spin, the dark-skinned, angry woman stood up and called out to Spacer Bob, “You promised a combat planet in your tour.”
Spacer Bob looked startled at her for a moment. Then it was as if he recognized her and said, “So I did. So I did.” He paused and then said, “We have time to correct that.”
She once again glared at me as I laughed uproariously.
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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 post new ones such as this with my on-line followers.