Enslaved on an Alien World Ch. 02

Enslaved on an Alien World Part II :

Passage to Freedom

I arrived at the engineering firm in the best clothes I had which were work clothes. One of the engineers, Andrew Fenton, helped me through my first day. My former Master had provided the money for my freedom but the process had not been explained to me. Fenton took me under his wing. We went to the bank where my account was held. All I needed was my eyes. The bank scanned my retinas and knew that I was who I claimed to be. Because it made things so much easier banks on Delta-Knox can issue citizenship papers.

This took several long hours as bureaucracy and carbon are the only universal constants. I had to have a citizen vouch for me which Fenton did. I carried a letter of employment to prove that I was not a burden to the state. I was issued my citizenship card with its restrictions. There was a series of routine final questions. I only paused over one. "Married or single?." I knew without equivocation that my marriage to Belle, nee Sherry was over, yet I paused a few seconds before I answered "Single." It was irrevocable now. In the end, every dime I had earned purchased me my freedom,

My new firm of Brakeman, Fenton, and Howe, extended me a loan to tide me over to my first paycheck. We spent part of it in tailor getting fitted out as a Delta-Knox citizen. Only male citizens could wear the wide lapels trimmed in red, Female citizens wore red on their blouse collars. Active military wore their uniforms. Military service on Delta-Knox was generally compulsory but I was over draft age and had served as slave. Former slaves were exempted from service. It was feared, with some justification I thought, that former slaves would use their military issued weapons to exact revenge for how they had been treated when enslaved.

Aside from the travel restrictions, there were very few on me. I could not own real estate for five years. I could not vote for three. Not that that mattered, elections on Delta-Knox were rigged, yet fear of government censure was so strong it resulted in an election turn out of greater than 95 percent for every campaign. That I could never become a Prime citizen was not much of a handicap. The government liked to limit their numbers anyway.

The work day was almost over when we returned to my employer. I was assigned a small corner office and was given a run down on their current projects. Fenton assigned me to an irrigation water recycling project. Had I not been captured I could have been doing this very sort of project on another world. After settling in and beginning to familiarize myself with the project, our work day ended.

Until I had a little money in the bank I could not hope to afford an apartment, fortunately, there was a rooming house just up the road. They had an open room which the landlord led me to. It was small but comfortable with all of the amenities to be expected. I made a move to settle in. A few moments later there was a knock on the door.

I opened it to greet the face of a middle aged but attractive female slave. She was dressed in a short black diaphanous robe. Unbidden she unfastened the front of the robe and exposed her body.

"My name is Millie and I am available for the residents of this floor. The proprietor asked that I introduce myself to you. Is there anything I can do for a fine young man such as yourself?"

I knew that it was considered impolite not to accept a slave when offered. I took a good look at the woman. A dirty blonde, she was of average height and was in good shape despite the fact that she was well into middle age. She had obviously given birth to children and her breasts sagged a bit, but she was still attractive. I motioned for her to enter the room and she closed the door behind her.

I indicated that I wanted to start with a blow job. With no fuss at all she reached for the opening of my pants. She was supremely talented and I was in heaven as she went to work. She took me to the edge of orgasm several times and then eased me back. After that outstanding fellatio session I decided to fuck her. Her pussy was loose but still tight enough and I came deep inside her.

"Thank you sir." she said, apparently with total sincerity. She then stripped the bed brought out new sheets, made the bed and slipped her robe back on. I decided to ask her some questions. She told me that she had been a slave for over thirty years having been enslaved at age 19. She had born three children by three different men two of whom were citizens. One of her sons had gotten in trouble with the law and had lot his citizenship. Her current position with the rooming house was her latest and she liked the variety of all the new people who came in.

"When I was younger, and prettier," She said "I was very popular. A rich man kept me to himself for a number of years. My life is not as luxurious now but it is in, in a way, more interesting. I suppose when my looks are completely gone I will be doing hand jobs for older gents, but men still find me desirable today and that makes me feel wonderful."

I complemented her looks, suddenly aware that She was by far the oldest woman I had ever been intimate with. My own mother was a few years younger than Millie. I asked if I could kiss her one more time and she consented. She was a very good kisser. I fished a tip out of my pocket and she was on her way. It was only when she left that I was overcome with emotion. If the Mastered tired of Sherry she could end up like Millie in twenty years. Worse, there was nothing I could do to correct that situation. One of the restrictions on slaves was that a freed slave could not purchase or rent a slave if they had been married before their enslavement. When Dixon-Knox broke you up you STAYED broken up forever!

Feeling sad I made my way to a restaurant and ate dinner by myself in a booth. As I ate I read my citizen orientation booklets. There was much to learn in the way of laws and protocol. I was especially interested in how to deal with free female citizens. One worked at our office. She was the first free female I had ever spoken to. There were some stunning things about Delta-Knox. Its government was beyond conservative. It was also strongly patriarchal. Women in theory had full rights but they could not, for example, have sexual intercourse with slaves. They were limited in partners to either the military or free citizens.

They also had to appeal to the government for the right to get pregnant and bear children, Women often complained that it was easier for female slaves to have children than fee women. In actuality, things were not that bad but the bureaucracy to overcome was considerable.

The population of the planet was closely regulated for both free citizens and slaves, As a consequence there were plenty of jobs for free citizens, Below them, a vast army of slaves responsible for manual labor and service jobs. Virtually every free citizen earned a degree either at the universities or in the military. Only those who would be considered assets to society were generally allowed to become citizens. I was very lucky indeed to have earned a place at the table.

My mind full I returned to my boarding house and turned in. I wanted to get a good start on my job the next day. Getting my footing I was reintroduced to Judy Jeng, the female free citizen and engineer that occupied the office next to mine. She was also assigned to the same project. Technically I would be reporting to her and she would have final approval over my work until my parole period was over.

Judy was my age and lovely. A few centimeters shorter than myself, she had a beautiful face and clear even skin. Her eyes were deep, enchanting brown. Her black hair framed her face wonderfully. She wore a calf length tan skirt and a white blouse with a detachable red blouse collar. Being a male I could not help notice that she filled the blouse very well. We hit it off immediately. Judy liked me right from the beginning because I had no problems taking orders from a woman. She led me to understand that such diffidence was rare on Delta-Knox.

Aside from the engineers there were several other people in the office. Most of them were female and male slaves who were very old who did things like filing and answering phones. All wore identical gray uniforms. Richard Howe, one of the partners also brought his young female slave to the office every day. She was always dressed fetchingly and was the first face that visitors encountered when the entered our offices. She did little more than look pretty and direct visitors to the proper office.

For the next month Judy and I traveled together often to the work site where we supervised the slaves at work and made sure everything was going well. The project looked like it would be very successful. At the end of the third week as we were returning to the office Judy turned to me and said, "So Sebastian, do you think you could take orders from a woman in the bedroom as well as you do in the workplace?"

I was floored but quickly agreed that I could.

"I thought as much." She smiled at me and said "I will pick you up at your boarding house at seven P.M. Dress to impress me." Then just as quickly, Judy fixed a business expression on her face. The rest of the trip to the office was nothing more than shop talk and inanities.

It was hard focusing for the rest of the day, fortunately there was not much work time left. I returned to my boarding house walking on air. I had been dressed for field work but I quickly showered and shaved and got out the best suit I owned. I waited outside and Judy was right on time, pulling up to me in her small, electric powered transport.

I was stunned when I entered the transport. Judy was wearing a short black dress . Sexy black stockings and pearls, The neck of her dress plunged, exposing a great deal of her lovely breasts, and a red ribbon, which indicated that she was free, followed the line of the garment. I felt myself hardening immediately.

"I hope you like opera." she said as we pulled away from the curb. For the next three Hours we watched Aida. It really wasn't my cup of tea but I enjoyed it as best I could. Once the performance was over we had a late dinner in a very fancy restaurant. Judy insisted on paying. "Once you finish your meal," she said, "we are heading to my place. I expect that you will will be very attentive to my needs. If I just wanted a fuck partner, I could easily find one. No Sebastian, I expect to be pampered and adored and worked up to orgasm gently and sweetly, Do that for me and I MAY let you cum tonight, At the very least Sebastian, I will give you a night like you have never had before."

I did not rush through the rest of my meal. I looked at Judy and Sherry came to mind unbidden. "What would I do if Sherry were suddenly returned to me?" I asked myself and I knew the answer instantly, "I would put her first, massage her all over and make sure that she came first and came often, What I wanted would not matter at all. I decided that, at least for tonight, that Judy was Sherry returned to me.

Judy's apartment was very nice, small but beautifully furnished, it included a jacuzzi and a piano among other amenities. I asked Judy for permission to kiss her then I slowly and steadily determined what she wanted and followed her desires to the letter. It took me more than an hour to get her out of the few clothes she was wearing. Her body was fabulous. Compact and well muscled, her large breasts were surmounted with dark areolas. On her left hip was a military insignia tattoo. Her black bush was full but neatly trimmed. I was tremendously happy when my ministrations led to her climaxing. Repeating what I had done, I got her off again with my tongue and touch. I had a raging hard on but I didn't care, I was totally caught up in pleasing her.

It was very well into the evening, almost morning really when Judy looked into my eyes."You have done very well Sebastian." She looked at my erect penis and said. "I will take care of this now." After some fabulous fellatio she mounted and rode me to orgasm. As I came she said, "This is how it will always be Sebastian. I will almost NEVER be under you. I am on top ALWAYS or you DO NOT get to cum. I am your boss at work and I am the boss in the bedroom, this is non negotiable."

We slept late into the next morning. When we woke Judy ordered me to the kitchen, I was to prepare breakfast for both of us. I did not even give this situation a second thought I made my way to the kitchen and discovered it well organized. It was practically alphabetized. I quickly figured out where everything was and made a breakfast that I used to make for Sherry. Judy was pleased with the results. After we ate she asked me to tell her my life story. She wanted to know every detail about Sherry and the story of our enslavement.

"Sherry sounds like she is quite the woman. I can tell that you still love her. I do not intend to replace her in your heart. Instead I will recline in your soul right next to her. She would want you happy and I can make you very happy, Sebastian, provided that you ALWAYS put me first."

After that Judy told me her story. She had earned her engineering certificate in the army, in the engineering corps. She did not like the military. Every man in the army, and quite a few of the women, expected her to sleep with them. Most she could not say no to if she wanted a career. Despite being a woman she found her place in the corps and soon rose to a command position. Brakeman, Fenton, and Howe had hired her solely based upon her military accomplishments. Much of Judy's story was unrelentingly sad.

After a while Judy said. "I am not Sherry, Sebastian, but I AM what you are looking for. As for me I consider you very handsome and intelligent with just the right amount of submissiveness to make me happy. I think we make a fine couple."

I was in awe, everything she said was true. I knew it on an atomic level. I looked at her reclining in the bed. Her beauty stunned me. I thought of Sherry and knew that she would want me happy. I knew that I could be very happy lovingly serving Judy. I thought that Sherry would want me to love her.

The next few months passed quickly as our project neared completion. Judy and I kept our relationship a secret but our bosses noticed that we worked very well together. The decided to keep us as a team on future projects. To help the slaves under my charge I got our bosses to rent pleasure vans for my crew. I had made a sucker's bet. Fenton was convinced that my idea would result in lazy, malingering slaves. I bet him my annual bonus, double or nothing, that we would finish our project on time and under budget; more than offsetting the costs of the pleasure vans. Easiest money I ever made in my life.

Eventually I rented an apartment but I was rarely there. Judy's was just nicer in every way. The sex was incredible. It was different than making love to Sherry and supremely satisfying. Judy loved that I had no problem taking orders from her in the bedroom. She called me her "willing slave" and I had to agree that I was. One good thing about spending so much time with Judy was that my bank account swelled and swelled. Judy liked paying for things. I offered to reimburse her but Judy was afraid that that "Would alter the power dynamic of our relationship."

I spent some of the money making life for the company slaves better where ever I could. Because I knew slavery inside and out Brakeman, Fenton, and Howe made me slave liaison. It was more money but the work was depressing. Aside from the pleasure vans there was precious little I could do for them without raising the hackles of the government. NO ONE wants to be on the Delta-Knox government shit list. I also had to serve as disciplinarian, deciding punishments for recalcitrant slaves. That became far less of a problem when I made regular pleasure van relief a company wide policy.

My first year as a free citizen came and went. Judy and I had a quiet celebration in my apartment. For that night, for the first time in our relationship, she slid under me when we made love. The passion Judy and I had grew in intensity more and more with each passing month. We had been dating and fucking like rabbits for eighteen months when Judy led me to a tattoo parlor.

"I am taking formal ownership of you today. We are getting my name tattooed on your butt. It will be just like branding a quadro. In six months we announce our relationship at work and go ring shopping. I will pick out something very ostentatious and very expensive All that money you have accumulated in the bank has to be good for something."

The news that we were dating really didn't surprise the office as Judy and I were less discreet than we thought we had been. Judy's ring however was the hit of the office. I was complimented on my taste which I thought was funny because Judy had designed it and picked out the diamond. It did significantly drain my bank account by the way.

While getting married on most worlds is easy, Delta-Knox put up roadblocks. There was grueling and humiliating physical, a psychological and genetic profile. Your financial status is minutely examined. Only if everything matched up with government approval could you pay the fee to secure your license. We applied for permission to get pregnant at the same time because there was currently a several year wait on pregnancy permits. The fact that Judy was veteran made things quite a bit easier.

On nearly every world, couples get to plan their own weddings. On Delta-Knox the government does. The government never lets you forget that every benefit your receive comes from them They tell you when and where you will marry, where you will honeymoon and how much you should spend on the ceremony and the honeymoon. They decide when you have children, and what sex your children will be. The founders of Delta-Knox have an obsession with population size. They believe they have a utopia, so long as numbers stay between a hard set of variables. About the only thing they didn't do was consummate the marriage themselves.

Judy and I started attending wedding school. We had to go once a week to meet with our wedding planner and honeymoon consultant. This was actually quite easy. Judy had the hard work. She had to arrange for the fitting of her gown. To be honest I did not pay much attention in class. Our wedding planner had the personality and oratory gifts of a low level bureaucrat. I just had to give my measurements and my wedding duds were delivered to my doorstep. After classes ended we were told when our wedding would be. For a honeymoon we got lucky, Azimuth Island in the southern ocean. Like EVERY honeymoon spot on Delta-Knox it was clothing optional, emphasis on the optional. It was part of their dictum that there be no secrets at the start of a marriage. There must be something to their system. The divorce rate on Delta-Knox is something like three percent.

Attendance at the ceremony was small Judy's family was not large and I did not want mine to travel to Delta-Knox lest they end up enslaved. I also did not want to remind them of Sherry. I had contacted my family and Sherry's family when I won my freedom. Because they did not understand the situation, Sherry's family blamed me for leaving her enslaved. I tried to point out that I had no choice but my words fell on deaf ears. The ceremony hall was filled with our co-workers. The company slaves were also given the day off from their labors to attend and dine on some nice food.

The rites were very simple. Judy wrote most of the actual vows. In very flowery language I promised to obey her several times. In exchange she promised to respect, love, and honor me. Judy looked spectacular in her white dress trimmed in red. It all took about an hour before we hit the reception hall and many hours later Judy and I boarded a domestic air liner for Azimuth Island. Being married gave Judy and I certain tax advantages and put us on a shorter waiting list for government programs. It also made it easier for us to borrow money. And while I could not own property in my own name for a while yet, I was encouraged to purchase under Judy's name.