Slave in a New World Ch. 03byLadynStFreknBed©
Although this story stands on its own, I believe you'll find it more enjoyable if you read the preceding chapters first.
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I woke up from an angry sleep. Hatred was a foreign emotion for me, but Mister had brought it out in me in a whole new measure. It wasn't just Mister that was the focus of my anger. I hated these aliens for killing my husband and stealing me from the only home that I've ever known. Now, here I am, a slave in a new world.
Celie, Mister's wife, approached me soon after I awoke. She had a rag and water and offered them to me. I took the rag from her and washed my face. Celie had such sad eyes. I had witnessed her abuse by her husband. She had witnessed her husband's sexual assault of me. Even with my overwhelming anger, I sympathized with her.
After washing my face, Mister brought another human to me. A woman with an air of superiority stepped forward and took my hand.
"Come on," she commanded. "Master wants me to show you your new job."
With that, I followed her out of the room. She led me out into the blinding sunshine. As we walked behind the house, I wondered what she could possibly mean by my "new job." Behind the house was a dune. As we crossed over the peak of the dune, the barren landscape of the houses broke into what looked like farmland. The woman leading me rushed forward, over the side of the dune. I struggled to keep up with her without falling.
We reached the bottom of the dune, which sat on the edge of a field. There was a small cabin close by. She quickly led me into the cabin and shut the door behind us.
"I'm sorry that I was so harsh to you. But, I have to be firm with new slaves. Otherwise, Master would not trust me to supervise you," she explained. "My name is Samantha. You can call me Sam."
"Hi, I'm Jenna. What is it exactly that I am supposed to do? What did you mean by my new job? How long have you been here anyway?" I felt like I had a list of pressing questions all deserving to be answered.
"Actually, I was born here. I was told that my mother was one of the first abducted and brought here. I'm sure you have a million questions, but I need to lay down the rules. First of all, try not to talk to me in front of Master. Don't talk at all if you can help it. In fact, try not to even think about me in his presence. You understand that they can read your thoughts if you look into their eyes, right?"
"Yes, I know," I muttered.
"Because of that ability, I have to be very careful of what I tell you, at least in the beginning. You have to prove yourself to me. Prove that you can be trusted to guard whatever you learn. The more I can trust you, the more you will learn. Understand?" she explained.
I nodded. "How much do you know? Do you know much about this planet?"
"No human knows much about this planet. They are forbidden to tell humans anything about this planet. I will not reveal to you what I know at this time. For you to have any knowledge of the planet would be dangerous for the both of us."
"I understand," I said, even though deep down I wanted to know it all right now. I knew she was just looking out for our own good.
"Good. Now, another rule, you will do as I tell you. Obvious enough, right? You will go where I tell you and do as I say. No more, no less. Master trusts me with all of you. As long as we work together, we stay alive. If you disobey me and make life difficult for yourself, I will not defend you actions."
I nodded. "How many of us are here?" I asked.
"On this farm, there are 12 of us. Well, you make 13. Most of us are female. We have two men, which brings me to my second rule; you are not to have sex with those men. Master decides when and with whom you will be bred. If you disobey, Master may kill you and the man involved. This is no joke. He takes it very seriously. Once he starts breeding you with a man of his choice, he will likely keep you only for that man until you conceive and give birth."
"Master has already sent Jim to me once," I said. "Does that mean that I will see him again?"
Sam walked over to a shelf, picked up a metal cup and threw it against the wall. She paced angrily, pausing to kick the cup. "Chances are that you will," she said with her arms crossed tight against her chest.
"Did I say something wrong?" I asked apologetically.
"No, but there's something you should understand. Your heart is not your own. Your body is not your own. Even your mind is not your own. The faster you can learn to accept that, the better," Sam stated angrily. "Enough about that. I'll give you a little tour and show you what you need to do today."
I followed Sam out of the cabin. We walked along the edge of the field. I saw a larger dirt building ahead of us. Like Mister's house, it had no windows. The only opening was a dark doorway.
"This is where you will sleep from now on. The woman all sleep here," she said as she led me inside.
Inside the building, there were 12 beds, 6 on each side of the large room. Most of the beds had a thin blanket on them. Sam led me to one that was empty.
"This will be your bed. I'll see if I can get you a blanket. Really, it doesn't get cold at all, but most people are more comfortable with a blanket," Sam said.
Sam led me out of the building. Next to the building was a small shack. Sam pointed to it.
"That's the shower and bathroom," Sam explained, but kept walking. About 40 feet ahead of us, there was a group of people hunched over the plants in the field. As we approached them, Sam called out to one of them.
"Carolyn!" Sam yelled. A middle-aged woman stood up and walked towards us.
"Carolyn is going to show you what you need to do today. Just follow her lead," Sam said to me. Sam stepped forward and talked to Carolyn in a hushed tone.
"Well, come on," Carolyn said to me as she gestured for me to follow her.
Carolyn went back to where she had been and stooped over one of the plants. She took a pod into her palm.
"See these pods? You have to pry them open and take the brown flakes out of it. Be careful until you get used to it. When you peel open the pods, they can have sharp edges," she directed.
Carolyn handed me a bucket and motioned for me to start. I crouched down in the row next to her and set the bucket in front of me. I took one of the green pods and tried to use my fingernails to pry it open.
"Ouch! Damn it!" I yelled as I withdrew my bleeding thumb from the plant. A piece of the pod had sliced the sensitive skin under my fingernail.
"Careful! Don't bleed on the flakes!" Carolyn yelled as she tossed me a rag.
I quickly tended to the cut and got back to work. The others moved much faster than I could. After what must have been about five hours of working while stooped over the plants, I was thankful for the impending darkness. "Thank God the days on this planet are much shorter than days on Earth," I thought to myself. I stood up and stretched my stiff body. I took the rag and dabbed at the multiple cuts on my hands.
"Take your bucket over to Sam," a young man said to me as he pointed to Sam standing near the edge of the field.
I walked beside him. He was carrying four buckets full of the brown flakes. I looked at my pitiful half-filled bucket. He glanced in my direction.
"Don't worry about it. As you get used to it, you'll be able to go faster," the man said soothingly.
"Thanks," I said looking down at the ground as we walked. "I'm Jenna."
"I'm Todd. Don't worry, Jenna. It's not so bad here. There are much worse places. At least Master doesn't beat us here as long as we follow the rules and get our work done. People aren't so lucky on some plantations."
My thoughts immediately went to the other women who had been abducted and sold into slavery with me. I wondered how their masters were treating them. I hoped they were all doing well enough.
"Not too bad for your first day," Sam said as she inspected my bucket. "Now, every day you just try to do better than the day before. Go ahead and get something to eat." She pointed to the other women sitting on the ground in a circle.
I sat down between two of the women in the circle. One of the women was passing out bowls of some pasty green food like I had eaten in the master's house. The food is bland, but I was starving. I introduced myself to the others. We talked and laughed as we ate. I was relieved that the women seemed pleasant.
After we ate, the women continued to sit and socialize. I was surprised to see Jim walking towards us. I hadn't seen him since Mister watched us have sex. I was hoping he was here to see me. I knew it was his job to mate with whomever his master tells him to, but I didn't care. It still felt good to see him.
I held my breath as he approached. I was afraid he was here to have sex with someone else. "How would I handle that jealousy?" I wondered.
He walked over to me and reached for my hand. "Come on," he said to me.
I breathed a sigh of relief as I stood up and took his hand. He led me into the women's building.
"Which is yours?" he asked.
I pointed to my bed. He grabbed me and kissed me firmly. He lifted and removed my shirt and kissed my breasts. With his hand on my waist, he led me to my bed. I turned to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck. We kissed passionately. After a few minutes, he pulled away.
"We better hurry, so we are finished before the other women are ready to go to bed," he whispered.
I removed the rest of my clothes and laid down on the bed. Jim took off his pants. I admired his muscular body. He bent over me, kissing my stomach and caressing my breasts. He climbed onto my bed and kissed my neck. Then, I moaned as he sucked my nipples.
He parted my thighs and gently explored my wetness with his fingers. I gasped as he began to rub my clit. He gradually increased pressure on my clit with his thumb and inserted one finger into me. I reached for him. He looked into my eyes. I could get lost in those eyes.
"Fuck me," I whispered.
Jim smiled. He forced my thighs far apart, pushing them to the bed. He forcefully thrust his hard cock deep into my eager wetness. I wished it would never end. He pounded my pussy hard. I loved feeling Jim deep inside me. I held onto him as I moaned in delight. I tried to pretend that we were back home on Earth. I pictured us being in my bed, my real bed... the one I had shared with my husband. When I saw the image of my deceased husband, I began to feel guilty.
"Stop!" I said. "Stop. I can't."
"Jenna, I can't stop. We have to do this."
I knew we had no choice. Just like Sam said, our bodies are not our own. I nodded. He kissed my forehead and continued to thrust his cock deep inside me. As much as I was attracted to Jim, I chose to close my eyes and imagine that it was my husband who was plunging his cock into me. I tightened onto his hardness. It wasn't long before I shuddered in ecstasy. Jim held me as I felt his cock throb inside me.
"Are you okay?" he asked as he kissed my forehead again.
"Yes, sorry about that," I apologized.
"Jenna, it's okay. We entered this nightmare existence with lives on Earth being cut short. I understand. I just want you to know that I look forward to spending time with you," he said as he stroked my cheek.
He kissed me before he got up and got dressed. I put my shirt and panties back on. I wrapped my arms around him again. We kissed softly, yet full of longing.
"Thank you for being so understanding. And, yes, I enjoy being with you too," I whispered.
"I better get back. I'll try to come see you again soon."
With that, he kissed me goodbye and hurried out of the building. I sat down on my bed. Soon, the other women filed into the building and took their places on their beds. I sat in the darkness, trying to hold on to the warmth of being close to Jim. Of course, it's only natural for me to miss my husband. But, I am thankful for Jim's loving touch and understanding at a time like this. He has become the only good thing in my life.