Offworld

"Where are we, C'lin?" Sim'n asked as their space shuttle docked into the bay of a planet.

"Marock. There is a stunning club here. I am going to give you the best birthday of your life!"

"I'd rather have this shuttle. I can't believe your parents let you have this."

Sim'n and C'lin were from the planet Offworld. Offworld had been populated when humans had left the planet Earth to populate other planets. Offworld was the only successful planet colonisation. The humans on Offworld had managed to evolve to suit their environment.

"Its gonna be an awesome night don't panic, big brother." Col'en said appearing from one of the sleeper rooms.

"You brought my sister? Excellent. Well done. What a party it'll be with my little sister here."

"Gosh, you moan a lot Sim'n!" she said with a smile to C'lin. "What's the plan for tonight then?"

A holographic girl appeared.

"Tonight we have reservations at a club. Tonight we're going to have lots of fun." She said.

"This is Zo'or, the shipboard computer. Shes going to be out guide for tonight."

"You having fun yet?" Zo'or asked Sim'n later that night.

"He'd have more fun if he had a girl with him. Like that one over there. Shes hot." C'lin responded.

Zo'or looked over to where C'lin was looking.

"That hot girl is actually a male. He's a breeding slave. A pretty high quality one as well."

"That's a guy? A slave?"

"All males on Marock are slaves. Its a matriarchal society."

"What's a breeding slave do?" Col'en asked as she watched him walk towards the bar.

"He is used for breeding purposes. There are other slaves who are just used for sex or domestic purposes but he, he's an expensive way to get pregnant but you know that his genes are good."

The breeding slave looked over at Col'en and smiled.

"He's beautiful"

"So are you, young mistress." He didn't move his lips and he was too far away to have heard what she said but Col'en knew it was the breeding slave who had spoken to her.

Zo'or saw her looking at him.

"The males, they don't have vocal chords. They speak telepathically. They process the best psychic ability of all the species in this sector."

"What about the females?" Sim'n asked.

"Empathic at the best. They talk too much."

"Why don't the guys psychically join together and demand their freedom?"

"I honestly don't think they've thought about it."

"Young mistress" The breeder's voice echoed around their table. "My mistress is interested to talk to you. Would you join her for a drink?"

They looked over to where the slave was standing next to his mistress. She smiled and waved Col'en over to her. Col'en shrugged and stood up.

"What you doing, Col'en?" Sim'n hissed. "I know you think he's hot but if you get pregnant mum will kill you!"

"I'm just gonna chat to her. No big deal. Maybe she'll be up for making this a birthday to remember." Col'en walked away smiling coyly at them.

"Good evening, Col'en." The mistress smiled at her as she sat down. "What are you doing so far from Offworld?"

"Its my brother's birthday. We're celebrating but he's being grumpy."

The mistress waved at the breeder and he walked off towards two women who were standing by a door.

"Good evening, mistresses. How may I be of service to you?"

"My daughter needs initiating. How much?" The older woman said.

"1000. My mistress is just over there" The breeder looked at the daughter and projected a feeling of lust to her although he didn't feel it. She looked at him, blushed then looked at the floor. The mother saw what happened and pressed her necklace. A sharp electric shock radiating from his wrist forced the breeder down on his knees. He stopped projecting and frown at her.

"He's a feisty one" The mother said. "Worth the money I should think. Go on, honey. He's gonna make you a woman in style."

The breeding slave stood up and led the girl through the door and into the breeding room. He locked the door and kissed her, gently pulling her towards him.

"It is a shame that someone else has already had the pleasure of making you a woman." He whispered without breaking the kiss.

She gasped and pulled away from him.

"He said you wouldn't be able to tell!"

"What do Benalies know? Surely you knew that I would be able to hear you thinking of him. And even if I hadn't, I can see it in your walk."

"O gosh! You won't tell my mother will you?"

"Of course not. It is you who will have to live with the guilt that your mother is paying for you to be initiated by a very expensive breeder when you have already let a Benalie take you."

"You are shockingly feisty!" She said as she pressed her tayza necklace until he dropped to his knees in pain. "Come on, make me less guilty and give me a good time."

He smiled up at her, then stood up and kissed her on her lips, neck and ears while removing her clothes. He radiated feelings of love, lust and warmth to her.

She happily let him lay her down on the bed. He kissed her nipples then moved between her legs.

"O gosh!" She mumbled as he started to lick her.

"Your Benalie didn't show you this did he? Were you submissive to him, mistress?"

She lightly pressed her necklace.

"Just because you're good at this doesn't mean you shouldn't give me respect."

He laughed slightly and continued licking and sucking on her until she came. He stood up and removed his clothes. Then he lay down on the bed next to her. He gently kissed her and then moved her to sit on top of him. She gently placed her hands on his shoulders. He moved them so they were on his neck.

"You are in control, mistress." He said as he moved her over his penis.

His penis looked like a small ball. She sat on it and gently rubbed against it.

"This is different to when I'm with Farabim." She said confused.

"You have no idea how different." He responded with a smile. "You will never have another experience like this."

He moved his hips up and down under her, slowly his penis began to inflate and elongate within her. She gasped as she felt small pricks of pain as small spikes on his penis embedded into her. He slowed his movements, watching as her expression changed to one of pleasure. Slowly he built his speed back up and then moved his hands to her hips. A bright flash of electricity was realised from hips into her. She moaned and screamed in total pleasure.

He smiled as he moved her from on top of him back onto the bed. He stood up and started dressing.

"My gosh! That was stunning! Are all breeders like that?"

"No, I'm half Nakarda. I'm very different to other breeders and that's why I'm so expensive."

"You haven't got me pregnant have you?"

"No."

"Good. Do you come here often?"

He smiled and handed her a card.

"For when your Benalie lets you down?" He said as he left.

He went back to his mistress's table although he could sense that she wasn't there and he couldn't sense where she was. The young Offworld girl was waiting there nervously. She smiled at him as he approached. She showed him a card, an initiation request card. At least that would explain his mistress's absence.

"Young mistress, if you will follow me I will initiate you." He sensed that her nervousness was not of being initiated but everytime he tried to probe her thoughts she started reciting song lyrics.

"Why are you so nervous?" He asked as they got into the room.

She didn't answer but instead passed him a small button.

"What's this?" He asked confused as he was suddenly transported to C'lin's ship. "Oh my gosh! Where am I? What have you done?"

"Your mistress sold you to me. Look. Now you can be free!"

The breeder looked at the papers Col'en was showing him.

"Why would she sell me? I am her highest earning slave. I am perfect."

"But now you are free!"

"I do not want this freedom."

"Why are you being so difficult?"

"Because he has been trained well." His mistress said as she walked into the room. He knelt before her. "You are a good slave. However, I am not a good mistress. I have been convicted of treason and shall have all my assets sold shortly. And so I have sold you to the Offworlder."

"Mistress, you a treason? And now you are cheating the system?"

"It is not cheating. They shall take the money that I got for you."

"The Offworlder has not paid a full price for me."

"The Offworlder is your mistress now and you will give her the respect you give to your mistress. Do not disappoint me." His mistress stood up to leave. She smiled at Col'en. "He is fiesty. Shock him with the tayza if he misbehaves." She stepped onto the teleport and disappeared from his life.

"You ready to leave now, Col'en?" C'lin said over the intercom.

"Yeah, lets go."

Zo'or spoke next.

"Setting a course to Carbina. Home to extreme watersports. If Sim'n can't have fun here, he can't have fun anywhere!"

"Carbina." The breeder said, still kneeling on the floor. "Do you have permission to go across Nakarda space?"

"I'm sure Zo'or and C'lin have it sorted. Come on, I'll show you to your room."

"I'll sleep in your room, mistress."

"I'm not really your mistress, you're free now."

"You are my mistress and I will serve you in everyway I can."

"I don't need a slave."

"Maybe you don't but I need a mistress. I am a slave. It is who I am not what I am."

"You don't have to be a slave though!"

"I don't have to be a slave in the same way you don't have to be a girl."

"That's not true though!"

"Yes it is" He said as the ship suddenly lurched to the left and a loud noise shook the ship. "That will be the Nakarda. If I am to fulfil my duty as your slave I need to be on the bridge, mistress."

Col'en ran out of the transporter room on the way to the bridge closely followed by the breeder.

"The Nakarda are firing on us! We have no chance against them, this isn't a war ship!" C'lin said as he saw them.

"Friend of my mistress, offer my services to their captain in return for safe passage to Carbina." The breeder said to him. "Make sure its only the captain and make sure he comes over to this ship. Don't send me over there."

C'lin looked at Col'en, who shook her head angrily.

"You're not just some procession that we can use to bribe the Nakarda with." She said.

"That is exactly what I am, mistress. If you do not offer me to them we shall all die here."

C'lin shrugged and opened a hailing frequency.

"Offworld ship, you are illegally in our space and you will be destroyed." The Nakarda captain said as soon as he appeared on the screen.

"We have a breeding slave to offer you for the duration of our trip to Carbina."

"Tell him I'm fiesty." The breeder said so only C'lin could hear him.

"He's fiesty. You are welcomed upon our ship."

"It is four eons between here and Carbina. He would have to be fiesty to survive that. I shall be over shortly. My ship shall escort you to Carbina."

"You shouldn't have done that, C'lin. What did he mean about having to be fiesty to survive?" Col'en said turning to the breeder.

"Nakarda are very violent lovers. Not all breeders will survive a full four eon submission. I will need to sort out the room."

"You mean you might not survive?"

"I will not die from submitting but I will require medical attention afterwards."

Col'en glanced at C'lin before walking over to him to hit him.

"Come on." Sim'n said to the breeder. "I'll show you to a sleeper." The breeder followed Sim'n out from the bridge. "Do you have a name?"

"Slaves do not have names. I am known as the first breeding slave of my mistress."

"You're my sister's only slave."

"I was the first breeding slave of my last mistress as well. The Nakarda will expect there to be fruit."

Sim'n went over to the replicator.

"You're not scared about going with a Nakarda and a male?"

"I am trained to do whatever it takes to protect my mistress." He said as he undressed.

"I don't understand why you guys are slaves anyway. You could easily break free and demand your freedom. Refuse to serve, protect and breed with them."

"We are free."

C'lin and the Nakarda captain walked into the room. The Nakarda smiled then pulled the breeder toward him.

"You two can go." He said. C'lin and Sim'n left quickly. "You have never submitted to the Nakarda before?"

"No, master. My last mistress had many slaves who were trained to serve the Nakarda. I was kept for breeding."

"How is it that you are now the slave of Offworlders?"

"My last mistress was a treason and sold me to the Offworld female in order to stop me being sold with her assests."

"What a wise woman! You must be extremely expensive. Her son?"

"I was her blood slave. There is no such position as 'son' on Marock."

"Turn around. Yes, you are a very impressive slave. Submit."

The breeder dropped to his knees without hesitation. He projected feelings of fear and lust to the Nakarda.

"You are extremely fiesty for a Nakarda virgin, little slave. You have not forgotten that I am telepathic and yet you send me fake feelings as if I am one of the Marocki women." The Nakarda grabbed him by his hair. "We shall see how fiesty you are when I have finished with you."

The Nakarda pushed the breeder onto the bed.

"What a hot little thing you are!" He opened his bag and pulled out some ropes. He pulled the breeder to the edge of the bed and tied each one of his legs to the legs of the bed. Then he tied the breeder's hands together and secured them to the top of the bed. "You're scared now. You pretend that all those women are in control but now you will feel what its really like to be controlled."

The Nakarda leaned over him and kissed him lightly on his shoulder. Then he took out two whips.

"I can feel you probing me. It won't make this any easier for you. Now tell me, which one do you want first?"

"It is your decision, master. I am just your slave." The breeder let his head drop down onto the pillow, knowing he had no choice and that the poison whip was coming first.

"You might just survive this."

"How long has it been?" Col'en asked.

"About two eons."

"Do you think he's ok?"

"How am I meant to know, Col'en?" C'lin asked angrily walking over to check their course again.

"I think he's fine." Sim'n said from the other side of the bridge.

"Do you now? And what makes you think that?"

"He said he'd had training. I think he's a really good slave."

"I wanted him to be free but instead he's in there submitting to a Nakarda just because we didn't get permission to cross Nakarda space. Why are we going to Carbina anyway?"

"His last mistress thought we might enjoy it there since we didn't enjoy Marock."

"Did she tell you that you needed permission?"

"No, she just programmed the co-ordinates for us and wished us well. You don't think she wanted us to get caught do you?"

The Nakarda walked onto the bridge, naked except for a towel.

"You finished?" Col'en asked hopefully.

"As if. Hail my ship for me." He spoke in Nakardan rapidly to the man who appeared on the screen. "Show him to the room when he gets here." He said to C'lin.

"The Breeder said only you, only one. No more. Your friend can't come here." Col'en said

"Either you let him over and show him to the room or I will order my crew to arrest you and I shall take ownership of the slave. Is that understood?" The Nakarda walked from the bridge without waiting for an answer.

The second Nakarda appeared carrying a medical kit.

"Are you a doctor?" C'lin asked as he showed him to the room. The Nakarda didn't answer. "This is where they are."

"Thank you." The door opened and the Nakarda went in. C'lin saw the breeder tied to the bed. His back was marked with red lines from the whip and there was a bleeding wound on his neck. As he watched the Nakarda captain licked the blood from the wound. The door shut.

C'lin walked slowly back to the bridge.

"What's going on, C'lin? Did you see anything?" Col'en asked anxiously.

"I don't know. He was tied to the bed and bleeding. If he's bleeding then he's not dead right?"

"O Gosh!"

"He's a good looking little thing isn't he? How did he end up with Offworlders?" The Nakarda doctor asked.

"He was a high class breeding slave but his mistress was a treason and sold him to the Offworlders to cheat the Marocki government of him." The captain said as he re-entered his penis into the breeder.

"They're not going to be happy with that. How long has he been unconscious?"

"Not long. He was fully conscious until I forced his head into the pillows and stopped him breathing."

"You're joking? Slaves usually pass out before you're even half in them."

"I know. That's why I brought you over. Can you wake him up for me? I liked it when I could hear him."

The doctor pulled out a hypo spray and injected it into the breeder's neck. The breeder woke up slowly moving his head to each side before gently pulling on his binds. When he realised he was still bound he stopped moving.

"Taste him. He's so sweet." The captain said, the doctor bent down and bit into the breeder's neck.

"I don't take two." Breeder said quietly.

"See that, more than half way through a full submission and still fiesty!"

"He's not fully Marocki." The doctor said as he pulled away from his neck. He grabbed a handful of the breeder's hair and made him lift his head. "You have mixed blood little slave. Marocki and what?"

"Guess."

The doctor let go of his hair in a mixture of anger and lust.

"For a slave who doesn't take two you know exactly how to make two Nakarda interested in sharing you." He said. "I say we whip the answer out of him."

"All the poison is gone and he's not scared of a good beating."

"You've been defeated by a slave, captain! A lack of fear of beating has never stopped you beating someone before."

"Because I knew that they were lying and would eventually break. This slave will never tell you. He's stubborn."

"Then I'll have to find out the old fashioned way!" The doctor pulled out a needle, pushed it into breeder's arm and drew out some blood. He put a drop of the blood onto his triquarter. "And while that is working I shall break you." The captain moved away as the doctor pushed himself into the breeder.

"Get in his mouth. I want him suffocating on your penis."

The captain smiled and pushed his penis into the breeder's mouth. The breeder slowly swallowed it, breathing through his nose, never breaking eye contact with the captain.

"You're too fiesty. It will get you in trouble one day."

The triquarter beeped at them from the floor.

"What's it say?" The doctor said as he bit into the breeder's shoulder.

"What does it mean when it says 'N-Marocki'?"

"It says 'N'?" The doctor pulled away from the breeder. "Get out of him." The doctor picked up the triquarter and read it. "He's Nakarda."

"Nakarda?" The captain grabbed the breeder's hair and pulled his head up. "How is it you are a Nakarda slave? There are no male Nakarda slaves. We are rulers not slaves."

"My mistress convinced her Nakarda breeding partner that I was a female and so he was happy to leave me with her."

"Your mistress was far too clever! It is a good job we have found you. Now, you will be integrated into the Nakarda."

"Master, I am a slave."

"You are Nakarda."

"If I am Nakarda then why am I tied to this bed? Why did I submit to you? How is it that my blood has satified your hunger? Everyone knows Nakarda blood holds no nutrition for other Nakarda."

The doctor looked at the captain.

"He has certainly been well trained. It will take a long time to make him Nakarda."

"We shall take his mistress and her friends. If he does not work at becoming integrated we shall torture them. And when he is integrated he won't even care about them. Contact the ship."