Alien Nightmare

A moment of uneasy silence descended before the voice continued. "Prove you are who you claim to be. Where was Stacy Fredrick's birthmark?"

Abram smiled and let out a sigh of relief. "Right thigh, irregular wine stain about a centimeter above her hoo-ha!"

"My God, Abe, how are you?" The voice had ceased to be metallic. Standing shirtless in the vestibule was Eric Roma. "Please come in, friend." Abram smiled and accepted the extended right hand as the door closed behind him.

Ruby marched along immediately behind her mother. Ruby's mind was in turmoil but she felt a bit less fear with her mother so close. "Perhaps we will remain together." thought Ruby thinking herself foolish. She would try to remember her mother as she was now, head held high, facing the ultimate horror without tears. If they had to be parted after passing through the doors ahead, Ruby would reflect upon her mother's courage and imitate it to the best of her abilities. Ruby noted a phrase in Latin across the top of the doors. Not knowing the language, she had no idea that it read "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here."

Once all were through the door the large overseer announced, "OK whores, strip to your skins. Everything comes off, every stitch, every bit of jewelry, every false nail, every hair extension place everything in the nearest bin. After that, it is time for your physicals, your pelvic exams, and your inoculations, shaves, showers, and collars. After today, you will no longer menstruate. Nanobots will ensure that you are ready for sex at all times. When and if your owner decides to have you knocked up, the nanobots will be reset. You own nothing you miserable whores, not even your own skins. Your master can tattoo or pierce you any way he or she wants. I tell you these things now because you can not alter them. Your best course of action is acceptance. Once you are collared, you become nothing more than property. With any luck, whoever purchases you will find some merit in your ugly ass skankified personages. Now Strip!"

Even though they often worked out at the same gym and took trips to the spa together, Ruby never felt completely comfortable when she was naked in front of her mother. That feeling was amplified while being stared at by horny males guards and processing clerks. Ruby noted that the models who had been captured with her seemed less self-conscious, probably because they were used to lots of casual nudity in their jobs. Ruby's discomfort did not go unnoticed. Their huge ugly matron laughed and said, "Like anyone cares, little miss prissy. Lots of slaves spend every day naked. My boys are giving you looks EVERY man would give ALL women if EVERY female was a slave! Of course, they are imagining you horizontal. Of course, they are imagining their dicks in your every hole. That is all you are good for now. No one wants to get to know you. No one wants to date you, no one is going to marry you. You may be bred but you will never be anybody's mother. You are an organic fuck toy and NOTHING else!"

Ruby stifled tears while the large guard turned her focus to Trisha. "Get moving, "Mom" you are not anyone's wife or mother now. Lose the jewelry or I'll take it out on your whiny kid." She made a threatening motion with her whip. Trisha fought back tears of her own as she twisted off her wedding and engagement rings. She set them gently on her cast-off blouse and reflected on that phase of her life.

"To think, it ends this way." she thought to herself, "Not Abram having an accident at work, Not with a messy affair. Not from boredom and lack of passion, but with me a naked slave and to never see Abram or Ruby again." The tears, which Trisha had kept in check began to flow openly. She felt a lash across her rump.

"Can it "Mommy"!" shouted the oppressive female guard.

Over coffee, Abram and Eric caught up for lost time. After hearing each other's stories Abram related the latest installment of his life, from Sevridge's disgusting behavior to the nauseating capture by pirates.

"You have to help me, Eric. Those slavers have Ruby, they have Trisha! You have to help me free them. Will you buy them when they go up for sale, that is if we are already not too late?"

"Hold on, pal." replied Eric. "First of all, we have to get you secured. You need a job and money of your own. I'd be more than happy to take you on in my operation but I work on a narrow margin. I make enough to live well but I don't have anything like the wealth I would need to purchase slaves. Slaves are playthings for the rich. Intimate playthings."

"But, Eric if we do not move fast then Trisha and Ruby will be. ... Will be .."

Eric placed a comforting hand on the forearm of his friend.

"I feel your pain,Abe but here is what we CAN do. I'm well enough connected in this city that I can find out who has purchased them. Then we can construct an escape plan and steal them away from whoever has them. I have a small shuttle you can borrow to get off world. It is nothing fancy, but it will do the job."

Abram placed his head in his hands, "How long will that take?"

"I don't know, Abe. To be honest it could take at least a few months."

"Months?"

"Abe, I'm sorry I'm not a miracle worker. I'm a second-hand spaceship dealer with limited liquidity. I keep my nose clean, I pay my taxes and I'm maintaining my little piece of the pie. I'm not a billionaire like Sevridge. What I can give you is hope. No, we can't rush in with guns blazing like something out of an ancient thriller. BUT, if we bide our time and pay careful attention, we can get your family back together. Neither one of us can prevent the inevitable, but once the three of you are off this rock, you have the rest of your lives to heal. I can't give you more than that, Abe, but it is the best offer that you are going to find on this planet."

Abram gazed at his friend through tears. The wisdom of Eric's words, at last, hit home. "You are right, Eric. You were always right even when we were kids."

Eric smiled slyly and said, "Was I right when I took your cousin Anna on a tour of my bedroom?"

"Well, no, you old horn dog, but I tried to warn you."

With that, the two men shared a laugh and Eric stated. "We both need some sleep. Tomorrow I'll show you my operation. I could really use a man of your abilities. I can give you a disguise and tomorrow night we will take in the slave auction. Those things are really nasty as hell but we might find out where Ruby and your wife are. That will make step one of our plans so much easier. Let me give you a tour of the house first."

Abram stood up and followed Eric on a tour of his rather nice home. His mind was still a bit turbulent but for the first time since he had woken up in his cell in the pirate ship, he had a sense of hope.

Trisha was relieved that her physicals and pelvic exams had been reformed by people who treated her as an actual human being. Their gentleness and patience went a long way to combat the degradation of the situation. The inoculations were painless but what they represented was profound. Trisha could just visualize the little army of nanobots that even now was multiplying itself in her bloodstream. In addition to regulating her fertility and health, they would work in accord with the collar that would be fit around her neck permanently. "You gals are going to LOVE how your collar interacts with the little bastard nanobots!" squealed their oppressive matron with an enthusiasm most folks reserved for plays or movies or books. It was clear that the large hideous woman loved her work.

The foul male guards of the huge woman proved just a thuggish as their master. They were given the "honor" of shaving off the new slave's pubic hair. As Trisha stood in line waiting her turn to be sheared like a sheep, she ran her fingers through her thickly carpeted muff. For some reason, the only other time she had been shaved came to mind. As a senior in high school, she had her heart set on joining the "Elite Adventure Club." However, the club only catered to rich kids and had a very steep initiation fee. They did so many fun things, week-long space trips to the oasis planet. Zeppelin flights over the Andes and Broadway plays. Everything was free once you got into the club, if, of course, you could afford the initiation fee. Members could be sponsored but all of the rich and handsome male members of the club already had girlfriends as filthy stinking rich as themselves.

One boy, Paul Strom was quite nerdy, quite rich, and in need of a girlfriend. Trisha buttered up this slightly plump and roundish boy and expected that she could easily win him over. Once she was his girlfriend he would need her for dates with the Elite Adventure Club outings, right? Only Paul was not as nerdy nor naive as Trisha had thought. "We can play a lot of games, Patricia," he told her "or I can get to the point. I'm fascinated by twenty-first-century porn. I don't care if the bald look has been out of fashion for centuries., I ADORE it. Let me shave you, keep you shaved and eat you out whenever I want for the entire school year, and I'll sponsor you for the club. I won't even expect you to kiss or hug me in public."

Even all these years later, Trisha could recall the gentle pull of the razor as Paul very slowly and deliberately removed every last trace of her feminine glory. She even tolerated the films of the process, Paul made and the thousands of pictures that he took. He was kind enough to honor her request and never took a picture that captured both her face and her shorn womanhood in the same photograph. That was the first time Trisha realized that the world was chock full of perverts.

Suddenly it was Trisha's turn at the shearing table. The guard who had chosen to shave her was an older guard. He had a few laugh lines and graying hair. His eyes lit up when he took a tour of Trisha's fine body. He toured all of her from her shapely ankles to her long lithe legs, flared hips, flat tummy and nice sized breasts adorned with light brown areolas and sharp pink nipples.

"About time we got a nice MILF in here." he said followed by OK beautiful, up on the table, spread 'em and relax. Don't worry about nicks, if I cut you my boss uses her whip on me. Yeah, that's it."

In a matter of moments, Trisha was transported back to her eighteen-year-old self. For a moment the angular and lined guard's face became the round one of Paul. The image quickly passed however as more and more of her womanhood was bared. Looking back on it, Tricia reasoned that it was not a bad trade. Paul could carry on a conversation and was the least demanding boyfriend she had ever had. That he was as inept as a man could be at cunnilingus was proved by her first college lover. Trisha had no idea why her mind was retreating so far into her past unless it was coping mechanism. The beautiful mother was brought back to her awful present by the sight of the guard toweling away the last bits of shaving cream from her now bald snatch and then running his fingers over Trisha's pelvis to admire his handiwork. The guard winked at his dark-haired victim and aided her in rising from the table.

Trisha joined the line marching to the showers, she quickly caught up to Ruby, who, like herself was running her hand over her mons, trying to get used to the new sensations and exposure their pubic shaves had produced. The water in the showers alternated between almost scalding and almost ice. After all of the women had obeyed orders and slathered themselves from head to toe, the scalding water sluiced it away along with a layer of their skins from the intense chemical soap. As soon as the women had adjusted themselves to the hot temperatures, a torrent of ice water spilled from the shower heads causing virtually every woman to scream and the fat ugly matron to laugh uproariously.

The women were then marched single file into a room with huge fans under grills in the floor. A single stride, the length of the room tried everyone's skin and hair. The next room was absolutely horrifying. Huge hooded men were waiting for them. Sharp pointy objects hung from pegs on the wall and human size frames were arraigned in rows about the room. Trisha tried backing out but the fat matron slapped her hard. Some of the guards began to reach for their tasers, so Trisha's struggles ceased. In short order, all of the women were secured to frames.

Thier oppressor held court in front of the room. "Now, you ugly little whores, it is time for your collaring. From this hour until the day you die, you will wear yours. In tandem with the nanobots who have already established a sizable colony in your bodies, your collar can produce either pain almost beyond human endurance, euphoria greater than the best pharmaceutical high, and every degree in between. All you cunts will soon learn the cost of disobedience. You will also get a taste of profound pleasure. Tomorrow you will be sold and your masters, who through careful application of collar technology, will soon have you broken down into the organic fuck toys you a called to be. To avoid pain and especially to experience pleasure you will put up with anything to please your master. You'll suck his cock, drink his piss and eat his shit if he tells you and you will like it! On Manify you are property, like any property, you can be sold or gifted or rented to others. Though no two masters are identical, ALL demand obedience and immediate compliance."

After a pause, the obese guard smiled broadly and said, "Welcome to hell, girls!"

One by one, the hulking men approached each immobilized woman and carefully fastened a collar constructed out of metal and composite materials, each emblazoned with a unique bar code, around each one of their throats. Both Ruby and Trisha became dizzy and lightheaded fro a moment while the collars synchronized with the army of nanobots in their bloodstreams. Both realized they would have fallen if not pinioned in place. Once all the women had regained their senses, the hooded, muscle-bound guards began releasing the women from the frames. In a pattern that repeated itself throughout the chamber, the women rose tentatively to their feet, tugged on their collars, and emitted a short emotional sob. Once everyone was free the repulsive female guard hoisted some sort of remote control. "Let's test these out, shall we, girls."

The room filled with screams of agony. Ruby fell to her knees. Trisha thought the pain infinitely more than what she had experienced during childbirth. The fat woman wielding the remote control smiled as the women writhed in pain before she calmly announced, "On the other hand."

Almost immediately the screaming ceased and the previously afflicted women were moaning with pleasure. Both Ruby and Trisha felt the stirrings of what promised to be the most intense orgasm either had ever experienced when their overseer pushed a button on the remote control.

"Whichever approach your future masters use upon you will be decided almost entirely by how well you obey orders."

Both the hooded guards and the ones that served under the large woman opened their flies revealing lots of engorged manhood.

"It's simple you little cock suckers. If you want dinner tonight and a very nice extended high like the one you just had, start sucking cock. You WILL swallow every drop. Refuse and I can have your crying out in pain all night. If any of you cunts bites one of my boys, I'll let them get revenge upon you while your collar magnifies the pain of every punch and every forced entry. Is that clear?"

The woman waited expectantly for a moment before bellowing, "I CAN'T hear you!"

"Yes, Ma'am!" replied the terrified women.

"Great! Now start sucking!"

Trisha was not surprised to discover the guard who had shaved her, waving his penis. Trisha fell to her knees and contemplated that this was to be her future for as long as she could see into the future. She wondered about Abram and clung to the hope that somehow, no matter how impossible, that he had escaped. She wished she could have taken Abram out of his funk on the yacht and given him one last session of overpowering wifely love.

She sighed, parted her lips and began licking the guard's medium sized penis.

"Oh, that's it, baby." cooed the guard. "I wish I made the kind of money I would need to purchase you, you're perfect!" Trisha had to suck two more cocks before their large overseer determined that her charges had performed enough fellatio and dismissed them to their cells. Ruby was caged next to her mother. As soon as they were locked up box meals of savory food were distributed. Neither Ruby nor Trisha had had anything to eat all day so they dug into the meal with gusto. Consuming the food also took away the foul taste of the foul men they had had to service.

"Mom, can things get any worse?"

"I hope not, honey." replied Trisha. "Our only hope is that your father finds some way to rescue us.

"But dad is a slave as well, mom."

"I still have faith in him. Your father is the smartest most resourceful man I know."

"Then why couldn't he get Mr. Sevridge to pay him?"

"Eat your dinner, Ruby."

There was not much conversation from any of the cells. Ruby thought that at least some of the models captured with her were accepting everything with a blasé attitude. As for herself, she was considering college and the education there that she would never get to finish. As she tugged on the collar about her neck, she found it hard to accept that she would never have a career or a husband. With a profound ache, she missed her college beau. Only his summer job had prevented him from joining Ruby and her parents on the Scarlet Lady. "I never even got to say goodbye." she ruminated.

After the last of the slaves had finished eating, the fat female overseer entered the cell block and announced, "I may be fat, I may be homely, I may never find a cock that satisfies me, but I am a woman of my word."

She fingered the device and Ruby, Trisha and all of the other slaves felt a warmth in their lions and their pussies became very wet. Trisha gasped and Ruby uttered , "My God!" as the orgasm tore through every slave simultaneously.

"And with that, my pretties." stated their overseer. "It is lights out." she turned a few buttons and in moments every slave was sound asleep.

Abram felt guilty for having such a relatively restful sleep. He felt certain that his women had had a much worse and far less restive night. Eric called him down to breakfast where he met Maja, Eric's wife. Abram was polite enough not to stare. Maja was very tall with two long shapely legs and an accompanying tail. She was a brilliant sapphire blue in color with eyes with large amber irises.

"I know what you are thinking Abe, Maja is certainly not the type of woman you or I grew up with. When both of us were dating other people, we met on a cruise liner. What can I say? The attraction was instant and mutual. One of the main reasons I live on Manify is because it is very laissez-faire attitude regarding inter-species relationships. Despite the progress man has made over the centuries the two of us would still draw stares on most worlds, the conservatism movement of the previous century has still not evaporated. In Manify, nobody cares and no one gazes at us disapprovingly. It is a strange world, regressive slavery yet the most progressive and liberal planet of any in the outer rim as far as unusual relationships go. Perhaps the two go hand in hand but I'd rather not think too deeply on that point."

Abram thought that Maja had a really sexy, really throaty voice with a fascinating, alluring accent. From what he could see of her body in her lose house robe, she seemed very nice indeed. Her smile was radiant with two rows of white pointy teeth and succulent puffy lips. Despite himself, Abram considered that Maja had to be extremely careful when giving head to Eric or her husband would become much less than a man. Before Abram allowed his mind to wander down the path of trying to envision how his best friend and his alien wife did the nasty, he changed subjects.