Enslaved on an Alien World

At last sale day arrived. The gates of the fortress opened and a crowd of purchasers and onlookers filled the stands that ringed the open court. Huge projection screens, mounted on the walls, gave everyone in the stands a perfect view of the stage. We were told that some well heeled purchasers placed their bids remotely.

First to hit the stage was a petite blond haired female. She was clad only in her collar which was leashed and held by masked handlers. She trembled with fear as she mounted the stage. The auctioneer's amplified voice could be heard in all parts of the stands . For added emphasis his voice was also piped into our cells. My cellmates and I crowded the barred window of our cell, appalled yes, but too fascinated not to watch.

We heard the Auctioneer begin his spiel. "Citizens of Delta-Knox we begin our proceedings today with this fine specimen. She is 22 years old, has never been bred and comes from Beta Reticuli, however her original Earth linage is Nordic European. She weighs 40.82 Kilograms and stands just 1.5748 Meters tall. As you can see she is well proportioned and in good health. Shall we start the bidding at 1,000 credits?"

As the auctioneer had talked, two hooded handlers forced the poor woman to turn around so that all parts of her body could be displayed to the crowd. The cameras focused on her and projected her every movement onto the big screen. No part of her anatomy was left unexplored. When she appeared to be ready to burst into tears, one of the hooded handlers threatened her with a club until she got a hold of herself.

The bidding was hot and heavy she sold for 6,000 credits. A bag was placed over her head and she was led off stage. One of our guards explained that slaves are transported that way so that they don't learn the lay of the land and more importantly for the psychological terror it inspires. "The first thing they see after they are sold," he explained, "is their new master's face!"

I contemplated Sherry up on that stage and was horrified. Then I realized that I would be up on that stage myself. I watched as the next person was sold. It was a man about my own age and build. He was from Orion. He sold for far less than the female had. I soon discovered that was a pattern which repeated itself. Women sold high, men sold low.

I watched the sales with a mixture of disgust and fascination, That changed when I saw Sherry mounting the stage. I yelled to her but I could not be heard over the roar of the crowd. Unlike some women Sherry did not burst into tears on the stage. The handlers spun her around and I saw projected on the big screens my wife. Even under these conditions she was stunning. There was not an extra gram of fat anywhere on her body. I realized, perhaps for the first time, how lucky a man I had truly been. Memories of her almost made me hard but my chastity device prevented an actual erection. The auctioneer gave her height and weight and planet of origin and that she had Irish forebears.

Sherry set of a bidding war and she sold for almost 20,000 credits. I saw the bag slip over her head and watched her being led from the stage. Silently I wished her well wherever she was off to. I hoped her "'master'"would be good to her. The word master echoed around the inside of my head like a bad dream.

Eventually they came for me. At gunpoint I was marched through the fortress to the selling stage. Guards were armed with not only guns, but clubs and tazers, resisting would be an exercise in stupidity. As soon as the woman sold before me was led off the stage I was forced front and center. I was dimly aware of my image being projected all over the fortress.

"This item," said the auctioneer, "hails from the Bernard Star colony. His earth linage is predominantly German and Welsh. He is 26 years old. He stands 1.903 meters tall and weighs 66.40 Kilograms. As you can see he is in shape he is trained as an engineer so his price as a skilled worker will start of higher than the standard ."

I was told to turn around a few times and the bidding started at 3,000 Credits. I reached 7, 500 credits before I heard the word "SOLD!" The hood was placed over my head before I could even react. I struggled to find my footing as I was led off the stage and back into the staging area. I felt fetters slide over my ankles and my hands were forced behind my back and cuffed. I was forced to sit down on the concrete floor. I spent the next several hours this way. I could not tell you exactly how long a time it was just that it seemed very long.

At last I was pulled to my feet. With difficulty I followed where I was led. At last I heard the distinctive hum of an electric vehicle. I was told to duck and then placed in a seat in the vehicle. It pulled away, driving to what I assumed would be my "owner." These Delta-Knoxians really are barbarians I thought.

After a long drive the vehicle stopped. I was helped out of the vehicle and led to a building, Once in the building I was led to a toilet where I was sat down and ordered to piss. After that, still hobbled and bagged I was led to a room where l was set down on a soft couch. I was told to make myself comfortable.

It was many hours later when I heard voices. My fetters were opened and taken off. My hands were briefly unchained before my hands were forced in front of my body and cuffed again. All at once the hood was removed and my eyes were dazzled by the light. At last they focused. I was facing a man taller than myself, in his mid thirties, with a stern look upon his face. He wore a tailored tunic and there were diamonds in his lapels. Were I female I would, no doubt, have considered him handsome.

"Greetings, slave, he said in a deep voice, "welcome to your new life."

I struggled to find my voice. Looking around the room I could not fail to notice the bodyguards. The furnishings, and art upon the wall, were all first class and very expensive. Just transporting some of the paintings here must have cost a fortune. Whoever this man was he was no doubt tremendously wealthy.

"At last I sputtered. "I'm nobody's slave."

"Ahh yes." he said, seemingly mocking me, "The initial denial of fate. The simple fact is my good chap that the quicker you accept your fate the better your life will go. I purchased you for a reason I need a good engineer for some projects I have in mind. You will be in charge of the operation and above the men who serve under you. I know exactly who you are Sebastian, although I will rarely use your name again. You are a gifted engineer and under my guiding hand you will thrive. I am a very good master who treats his slaves humanely."

"I'll never work for you! " I spat.

He laughed and said. "One of the reasons that I am so successful is because I always know exactly what I am buying and how to best use it "

He nodded and one of the guards opened a door. Two more guards entered the room; between them was Sherry!"

"Sherry!" I shouted. When I tried to move towards her I was held back by the guards. The same thing happened to Sherry.

"Sebastian!" She cried

"I take it you know each other." said our Master then he burst into uproarious laughter.

Once he stopped laughing he addressed both of us "As I said, I know exactly what I am buying at all times. By purchasing you together I can eliminate months of training and aversion therapy, It is very simple if you who USED to be her husband wants to ensure that she is treated well and trained gently you will apply yourself thoroughly and completely to your engineering duties. And you who USED to be his wife wants to see him treated kindly and with respect, you will focus on submitting utterly to me and pleasing me in ALL ways."

Sherry and I looked at each other with the same expression on our faces. Our master had us over a barrel. I would do anything to keep Sherry safe and she would do the same for me. Unless we renounced each other we were trapped.

"You can uncuff him," our master said to his bodyguards. "I believe he will behave himself now." Then he turned to Sherry and said, "As for you woman. Come here and kiss me."

Sherry looked at me with a troubled look upon her face. Then, with much trepidation she walked the few paces to where our Master stood and made a move to kiss him. I saw the Master embrace Sherry and run his hands over her still naked body. He kissed her for along time. I was filled with rage but I was powerless to object.

"You see," the master said, "when you cooperate everybody wins."

Master made a gesture with his hands and two of the bodyguards led Sherry out of the room.

"Now slave," he said to me, "Let's get you some work clothes and then we will introduce you to your crew and your project. It is a large venture but I am sure that you are up to it."

There was a closet off the back porch that had clothes of various sizes within. A short time later I was clad in work pants a work shirt, boots and a hat. It felt wonderful to wear pants again. The master led me to a small electric cart and we drove across the back lawn of his house. From the outside the place looked enormous, Our cart climbed a hill and then rolled down the other side. At last we stopped at an outbuilding. Several people greeted us with "Good day Master." He acknowledged them and then turned to me.

"What I want is a three kilometer around lake. I intend to stock it with fish that I like there are some natural springs that you can see at the base of the valley that can be expanded to feed the lake I also want a pier and a dock house." We walked over to the out building where he produced some plans. "This is the general plan. I had them drawn up by your possessor, the less said about him the better, but feel free to modify them any way you see fit. I want you to break ground in a week or so."

He then introduced me to my people. My crew consisted of ten men. There was earthmoving equipment and all of the tools I would need. I was told that if any blasting needed to be done that several of his bodyguards were trained in demolition.

It was well past twilight when the tour was over. My people (I was encouraged to think of them that way) and I were then led to the holding barn. I had a room to myself. It was comfortable and had a computer and reference books and conversion tables. Most of my men doubled up in other rooms. I was reminded of my status as chattel when the doors were lowered and locked in place. Despite the modest comforts, I was an unwilling prisoner.

I thought of Sherry. Surely she would be expected to do far more than just kiss our "owner." I thought her quite brave, doing what she must for my sake. In comparison I had it easy. Instead of going to bed I worked through the night reading all of the reports and designs left behind by my predecessor. Very quickly I realized that I would be a better engineer than that guy was even if I was struck blind and dumb every morning.

We were woken up a dawn the next morning by some of the Master's overseers. I had drifted into sleep around four A.M. We were required to shave our faces every morning which was standard policy for male slaves. The twin suns of Delta-Knox hung low in the Eastern sky. Because the data left me was so unreliable I did hydrology readings on the springs myself. It felt good to get my hands dirty. Truth be told, this project was right up my alley.

Around noon the Master came out to the work site. I told him of the work I had done so far and what we intended to do the rest of the day He seemed pleased. Then he departed. We knocked off for an hour each day at 1:00 when boxed lunches were brought to us by one of the female house slaves. All of the Master's female house slaves were very pretty. They usually wore short blue skirts and tight blouses, their collars were always kept glistening. No doubt the Master had slept with every one of them at one time or another.

From my people I learned some of his story. His name was Clark Tiberon and he was in munitions and weapons. A member of one of the founding dynasties of Delta-Knox, his family had done much to make the planet's army so formidable. He was one of the richest men on this world and was also about as well connected politically as possible on this planet.

"Do a good job on this boss," one of my men told me, "And you will have more projects than you can handle. You might even earn enough under the table to buy yourself a citizenship."

I became vastly more interested in the project after that. While I thought of Sherry often, I also threw myself into my work. We broke ground and made progress. About a month into the project the Master called me into the big house.

One of the bodyguards led me into the sun room. Sherry was sitting on his lap kissing him passionately. When she saw me she flushed with embarrassment, stood up and excused herself. She was wearing a short lavender dress that was just perfect for her coloration and hugged her form enchantingly. My penis rebelled against its cage anew.

"Ahh, Engineer, let's hear your progress report." I tried to ignore the fact that he had just been feeling up my wife and gave him a complete status report. The Master seemed to understand nearly all of the details I gave him and was obviously pleased.

You have done good work, you and your men shall be rewarded. When I bought you and explained the situation to you didn't rebel, you applied yourself. That has made it easy on yourself, and more importantly, easy on the female who was once your wife. To show you that I can be a fair Master the pleasure van will be stopping by your workplace tomorrow at noon. You are new to our world so I will fill you in about it. The van will come and everyone will get a shower, you will all be depilated again and given fresh haircuts and new clothes. You all also all getting hand jobs. I know that government policy is to keep you in chastity 24/7 but I find I get more work out of my slaves when they get regular release. I will be brutally honest with you, you are probably NEVER getting laid again. However you will get regular release as long as I own you. Now the woman manning the pleasure van is not the most comely of wenches but she is excellent at jerking men off. As a bonus If you and your men finish the project early I will pull some strings and get you all blow jobs. Slaves NEVER get those!"

My men felt terrific when I gave them the Master's report.

"Let's not slack off tomorrow. Remember to work hard until noon." I found myself saying

Even though we diligently applied ourself it seemed like noon took forever to arrive. Finally at noon the van appeared over the crest of the hill. Because I was the boss I got to go first. My men insisted upon it. The van was large and beautifully clean inside. The Master accompanied the van I soon learned why. I strode into the van and stripped. Then I heard my chastity device's catch open. I looked at my Master. He had an electronic key in his hands. I saw him nod and I removed the device. For the first time in more than a month my penis could breath free. I had a few moments to enjoy the experience before the male attendant began coating me with the depilatory. I waited under a sun lamp for fifteen minuets before I strode into the shower compartment. The water was fresh and clean. I watched as the water dislodged the depilatory and all the hair I had grown over the last month. It disappeared down the drain In our quarters we had to make do with one small shower stall but the van's was modern and nice. I stepped out of the far side of the shower compartment and an attendant handed me a towel. From there it was a few short steps to the barber's chair. The haircuts were nothing fancy but just getting it felt wonderful next to the barber chair was a couch. On the floor next to the couch was a middle aged, rather plump woman. She smiled at me with crooked teeth and beckoned me to sit down. I was already fully erect. Master was right about her talents. I didn't care what she looked like. To be touched there by a woman, any woman was heaven. I came in torrents into the rag she supplied. I made my way to the exit of the van where my Master handed me my chastity device. With great sadness I put it back on and heard the computer lock seal fast. Next to the pleasure van a small tent had been set up. I was told by the master to enter it. It was a portable menswear store. I picked out two new shirts and three pairs of work pants, underwear, and nice new boots. I felt like a million dollars.

When my last man had finished in the clothing tent. Master gathered us together and said.

"I noticed that you men worked hard this morning and did not slack off. As a result you get the rest of the day off and will be permitted to eat a meal on the mansion lawn in three hours. But I want you working twice as hard tomorrow.'"

We all gave the Master three cheers.

Three hours later were were all seated at a table in the back yard of the mansion. I was set at the head of the table opposite the Master who was on a raised platform, like a king. The female house slaves were dressed in short white dresses with plunging necklines. We enjoyed drinking in their beauty. The Master really had an eye for women. After everyone was served an amazing feast the Master entered from the house. He was wearing a velvet robe. Holding his left hand, and staying a step behind him was Sherry.

She was naked save her collar. Master had allowed her to grow in a narrow strip of pubic hair. It looked like an exclamation point above her naked womanhood. As I looked closer I realized that there was ring on the third finger of her left hand. Her nails wore bright red lacquer. She seemed very nervous as she knelt, her spectacular ass towards us, at the Master's feet.

The Master sat and began to speak. "Slaves you have done very well. I want you to eat hardy and consider working even harder. I will show you what each of you will receive if you finish the project ahead of time and under budget." He opened his robe and nodded at Sherry. The Master's large penis was fully erect. I watched with horror as my wife lifted herself onto his lap and began servicing him.

"Of course none of you will be serviced by this fine specimen. But they will be female and they will be talented."

Sherry continued her work. To me she really seemed to be really getting into it. Her head moved up and down hypnotically as she sucked off the master. All conversation stopped as we watched Sherry complete her ministrations. At last the Master grunted with pleasure and held Sherry's head so that she could not turn away. He ordered her to swallow. When she was finished the master had her face us.

"How about a round of applause boys." He leered at me and said "I better see everybody clapping." The others needed no prodding but I had to force myself to clap, mortified even as I did so. The Master had Sherry bow and then told her she could be dismissed. Suddenly Sherry took more than a glance at me. She saw the hurt in my eyes. Sherry turned beet red as she slunk away from the raised platform and back into the house.

The next several months passed in a blur. I threw myself into the work. Once a month, like clock work, the pleasure van arrived and catered to our needs although we had no other feasts on the mansion lawn and I never saw Sherry.

We encountered a rock face too thick for our equipment so I sent word to the big house that I needed to discuss blasting with the Master. I tried to spruce myself up before I entered the house. The master was in a meeting with a four star general so I cooled my heels. I noticed that the general had a slave with him. I did a double take when I realized that the slave was Fatima!

Captivity had completely changed her. She wore a short white dress that nicely offset her skin and drew attention to her long legs and ample bust. Her hair was even longer, although now it was worn loose and framed her face magnificently. She seemed solicitous of the general but there was an air of unrelenting sadness about her eyes. The sparkle that had shown in them when she was veiled had vanished.