Enslaved on an Alien World

I dropped my head as she and the general exited My Master's office. I felt sure that she wanted no sudden reminders of her previous life. Once they left I knew better than to ask about them. I didn't have to.

"Quite a pair aren't they? My master said. "A general of that rank really should not get that attached to a slave. She is quite enchanting, isn't she? Even the general knows, however, that she needs more discipline. They are coming to spend the holiday weekend. He is giving her to me for the three days to fuck some of the resistance out of her.. He is getting the woman you used to be married to. Now about this blasting ..."

I barely heard another word the bastard said but I must have communicated enough in response because one of the demolition expert guards took my check list. Slaves could not be trusted with explosives. I knew where each charge should go but there is no way that this government is giving me even something as weak as dynamite. In an angry haze I made my way back to the work site. I hate to admit it but for the rest of the day I was a real prick to my crew. I was so angry at what was going to go on in the big house this weekend I was taking it out on everybody.

Finally the slave I had gotten the closet to over this past , what, seven months? Asked me what was wrong and I leveled with him.

"That sucks Sebastian but you can't worry about it. Female slaves get traded all the time. Do you REALLY think that the Master hasn't fucked her a thousand times already? She may always love you but at the same time she has to do what any other woman in her situation would do. You need to get a hold of yourself, Piss off the master and he might sell you to a sanitation crew or highway animal carcass clean up. You are a talented engineer, you can really go places and build things that will last even if you remain a slave."

That was exactly what I needed to hear. I stopped feeling sorry for myself and buckled down. I intended to get the blasting finished by Thursday. Even slaves got the three day Founders Day weekend off. Well the male ones did at any rate.

The Master had all of his staff stand at the crest of the hill to watch the blasting. The house maids were in their customary blue thigh length skirts. The bodyguards that were not helping me blast made a perimeter around the Master. I understood now that the master cared for Sherry. Or at least cared for her as much as his society permitted him to care for a mere possession. He was on an elevated chair, Sherry sitting on his lap, looking absolutely fetching in a red linen dress. I had to admit that I really did like the Master's taste in women.

The twenty blasts came in rapid order. Everyone could feel the hillside we stood on tremble. When the smoke cleared a massive pit appeared. The Master's lake was now two thirds finished. Another two more months of excavation and with the widening of the openings to the springs and the Master's lake would begin filling. I was so close to my promised blow job that I could almost feel it.

The master had me come forward. He slid off his chair and said "This is my engineer, he is extremely talented, please give him a round of applause." All of the maids and all of the guards, and even the Master and Sherry applauded.

"Now I am going to give him something very special." He pointed at Sherry and said "Woman, come here." Sherry was at his side in seconds."This woman is my finest possession. She means a great deal to me. I want you all to pay attention as I am about to honor a slave as few other masters ever have. Give him a kiss woman."

Sherry looked at the Master with a stunned look on her face.

"You heard me." He said.

I was coated with a fine layer of dust but Sherry didn't seem to notice as she planted a huge wet kiss on my lips. I was so stunned and so pleased that I almost forgot to kiss her back,

That inspired another round of applause and my men led the crowd in three cheers. I am sure the delight on my face made me look almost beatific. I thanked the Master profusely. The Master called Sherry back to his side and said.

"Engineer, NEVER expect me to repeat that gesture. Now come here, there are some people I would like you to meet."

I was introduced to members of the planet's engineering bureau and some journalists. Instantly I understood that the kiss from Sherry was not really a gift to me so much as it was a publicity stunt to curry favorable coverage from the media. Using a slave engineer was not popular with the many free engineers on Delta-Knox. My Master was not like most other free men on this planet. He is a Prime citizen and therefore most of the laws did not apply to him. The bureau had been surreptitiously keeping tabs on the project however and they complimented my work. They also complimented me on how well I treated my men. I made sure that the Master was given all the credit. Quietly, I was taken aside and told that if I ever gained my freedom most of the engineering firms on Delta-Knox would love to offer me a position.

The bureau tolerated slave engineers because there were not many of us and to go against a Prime citizen was career suicide. They were happy that I had been environmentally conscious and had run a safe work site and had not cut corners. I was the kind of slave engineer they could live with. I sensed a tinge of hypocrisy in them however. I learned that free engineers used slave labor, a lot of it. The only difference between them and myself, besides the fact that I was not getting paid, was that I could not quit or refuse to do a job.

This project met with the satisfaction of the reporters. The news media on Delta-Knox was very pro-government and pro-Prime citizen. My project would be held up as a perfect example of what a just and fair master could produce. It was a propaganda piece for the consumption of the masses . Not that there was much dissent to stifle. There was virtually no poverty, hunger or want. All of the slaves wanted their freedom but armed revolts by them were an impossibility. The army and the police and the guards kept a tight reign on any dissent either by slaves or civilians. Recalcitrant slaves simply disappeared, especially male slaves.

A short time later the festivities came to a close and my men ended our day and prepared for the long holiday weekend. For us it meant little more than three days of sleep and rest which were were certainly grateful for. It was also a tradition on Delta-Knox that on Founders Day masters gave their slaves gifts. I was told not to get two excited it was usually something like candy bars or a few cakes of soap. I decided that I would appreciate either of those.

We spent Friday resting. Not one of us got up before noon. I hadn't realized how much sleep I had missed. We only woke up when our lunch arrived from the big house. To our surprise the Master accompanied Rita, a striking brunette maid. To our amazement he ate the same lunch as we did. The lunch was a bit fancier than we were used to and had the bonus of a second, pre-wrapped, helping that we could either eat then or save for later.

"I want to thank you men for your hard work," said the Master. "My present to you is not just the extra helping." He opened a case next to him and brought out small wrapped items. He handed one to each of us. I opened mine an was stunned to find a portable. Master read my expression and said.

"I had to pull a few strings to get that for you. First off it won't make interplanetary calls or even local calls. but it gives you better computing power then that old computer in your office. Its capacity is very limited but now you can send me pictures with your questions far easier. That may cut down the long trips both of us have been making to and from the house. You can also submit purchase lists faster."

I gave the master my sincere thanks. My own portable had been left on the space liner back when I had been captured. My job was much harder without it. I felt like a real engineer again! My men received more traditional gifts, a small box of candied delicacies, and several large cakes of soap. It turned out I got these as well, as there was an twelfth package.

"Now for something we can all enjoy!" said the Master happily. "Are you ready Rita?" She nodded, slid out of the cart on her fine long legs and stepped a few paces away from the Master's cart. The Master pushed a button and we heard sensual music. Rita began gyrating to the music and then started stripping out of her short blue skirt and blouse! My men and I watched fascinated as Rita's maid uniform disappeared. Under it was some, clearly not standard issue underwear. It was black and lacy and Rita looked magnificent in it. Rita was tall and limber. Her lithe body was supremely enchanting, Her tanned skin was smooth and even. Her stomach tightly muscled. Her breasts were large and had wonderful light areolas. Her bald pussy was mouthwatering. Eventually all that Rita remained clad in was her fetching smile and shining collar. Then the music ended and, without any fuss at all, Rita quickly redressed herself.

Naturally all of our penises were straining at their cages but, seeing Rita naked reminded us that were were men. Our fantasy lives were not dimmed by our devices. On the contrary they were heightened in just about every way. The pleasure van was scheduled to arrive in a few days. Master knew that surely when were given sexual relief in that van, that we would all be thinking of Rita. Her performance therefore not an act of cruelty but one of kindness. The Master stayed for a few moments more and then he and Rita and the cart vanished back over the hill.

I spent the night checking out the limitations of my portable. It was, as the master said, useless for calling anywhere except the big house but otherwise it seemed intact. I could access all of the planetary environmental regulations and other things that I previously had to look up in dead media form. My men and I allowed ourselves one candy for the night and we all checked out the soap by taking our usual brief showers. For this night at least, being a slave was not unbearable.

It was only late in the night when I awoke with a start and remembered that, no doubt, tonight my wife had serviced that four star general I had encountered a few days ago. And poor Fatima would have been taken by the Master. Suddenly Rita's dance lost much of its luster in my mind.

The rest of the weekend passed in a languid haze. Only the arrival of our lunches and dinners from the big house interrupted our lethargy. We did note that the maids that brought our meals all smelled wonderful. One of them confided in us that the Master had given all of his maids, fine, expensive perfume. I wanted to ask what he gave Sherry but knew better than to ask.

We were hard at work again on Monday. The rest gave us an extra pep in our step. It was also the day that the pleasure van arrived. While I'm sure my men were thinking about Rita as they were jerked off I could not get Sherry out of my mind. According to the calendar it was close to our third anniversary. Our current situation was not one either of us could have predicted a year ago.

I did not see the Master until two months later. We had finished excavating the lake Before we flooded the lake however, we started constructing the pier and boat house. It would be easier to anchor the pilings before the lake flooded. The Master came out to see us start the pile driver.

"You men are three weeks ahead of schedule. I appreciate your hard work. I assume you will keep up this pace so I will line up your blow jobs. If you had hoped I would get house maids to do the task, banish that thought. They are for my use alone. I will hire from a very discreet agency, probably five or six female slaves for the eleven of you. I will try to get reasonably attractive ones but since what I am planning can get even a Prime citizen in trouble, I hope you are appreciative of whatever I can get."

We thanked the Master for his efforts and watched as he and his cart vanished over the hill. Some of my men had had other owners. While no one enjoys slavery these men said that the Master was the fairest owner they had ever experienced. One of my heavy equipment operators told me that he had been kept in Chasity 24/7 for over three years before he was purchased by the Master. He was very grateful for his current arrangement. He wanted a blow job more than anything else in the world.

I divided my crew into two teams and it only took two weeks for us to finish with the pier and boat house. It helped that much of the boat house was prefabricated. We also doubled our work hours, using spotlights at night to provide illumination .At last it was time to flood the lake. The Master himself had asked for the privilege of pushing the button that would set of the charges which opened the springs.

The Master had a short ceremony before he set the charges off. All of the maids and his guards rode down in carts to watch. Sherry was with him. It was the first time we had seen each other in months, Her hair was the longest I had ever seen it. She was clad in a short emerald green, form fitting dress. I noticed that she had large diamond earrings in each ear. In all honesty I had never seen her looking more beautiful. Reflecting on the calendar, I realized that it was now just a few days after the date that marked the tenth month of our capture. I could tell by the way Sherry looked at me that she was proud of my achievement. She had always been my biggest cheerleader back on the Bernard Star colony, our home world.

The Master gave a very simple speech. He pointed out that while I and my crew had done the labor he had had the foresight to put this crew together and keep them happy. In a way that was true. But he had not swung one pick ax or turned over one shovel of dirt. In that way the Master was like every other person who had ever contracted me for a job. Despite my toil it was ALWAYS their "work." Finally he pushed the button, a short blast and puff of smoke and in a few moments everyone could see the lake beginning to fill. The applause from everyone present was spontaneous and thunderous. The lake would fill in no more than a week.

A short while later everyone headed back to the big house. Before he left the Master gave us a nod and a wink. Apparently the women who would give us oral relief were on the way. My crew and I were very proud of ourselves as we turned in for the night. We hoped that tonight the women would arrive so we all showered and spruced ourselves up. Dinner arrived from the big house and were all delighted to see that it was a feast. There was so much food it took two carts to bring it all down. We gorged ourselves and put a lot of it aside for later. We were a disappointed bunch when lights out arrived and the overseers locked us in.

It was close to two A.M. When we heard the overseers unlocking our quarters. The lights came on and we saw the Master pull up in his cart. Behind him, in separate cart was one of his bodyguards. He was surrounded by women! We were ordered to strip, our chastity devises sprang open and all of us were instantly erect. Because I was the boss I got first pick. I focused on a short red head with a winsome smile. She looked vaguely like Sherry. My wife (I still thought of her that way) was much prettier of course but I was not in a mood to complain. I was in heaven as she knelt before me and her sweet lips encircled my shaft. I had nearly forgotten how wonderful oral sex was. She was supremely talented as she worked her way along my shaft with tongue and lips. When I came in a massive load she made no move to tun away but swallowed every drop.

My men and I were all serviced in under an hour. Then, as quickly as they had arrived, the women were gone and we were back in our chastity devices. All of us slept some of the best sleep we had ever had in our lives. It was only later that we realized that the women were quite ordinary looking. Not one real beauty amongst the bunch. On the other hand the worst that you could say about them was that they were very plain. Not one of them had gotten naked but that didn't seem to matter.

We were woken at our usual time the next morning. The Master appeared and we gave him three cheers. Then he began to speak.

You men have done very well. And your hard work is appreciated. In fact you engineer has been nominated for an award! The Bureau of Engineers is very impressed with this project and have deemed it a planetary improvement. There is no restriction on the status of the engineer. In other words the fact that your boss is a slave does not make a difference as to his eligibility! There will even be a banquet for him to attend. I will even supply him with a date. Now as to your next project ..."

I had a hard time focusing on the rest of the Master's speech. I was beside myself with pride. Later we set to work on the next project which was a terraced road from the boat house to the big house. It would be an easy project and would be far less backbreaking than the lake had been. It would take at most two months from start to finish. Arriving with our lunch were three representatives of the Bureau of Engineers. They presented me with a certificate of achievement. They all stressed the point that my selection for the award was not based on the fact that I was owned by a Prime citizen but was selected on its own merits.

Their leader took me aside. "If this project is selected the best, it comes with a 300,000 credit award. That money goes to you. While you are currently a slave and are prohibited from spending it it will be put aside for you. IF you can come up with an additional 200,000 credits you can purchase your freedom and a citizenship. You COULD have all the rights of Delta-Knox citizen. The only restriction on you would be, as a former slave, you would not be permitted to travel outside of the Confederation but there are enough planets in the Confederation for any man. My firm would love to hire you. To be honest we think your talents are spectacular."

My feet barely touched the ground the rest of the day. The banquet was scheduled for seven months away. I spent the next several days supervising my crew, but the new project was so simple that they really didn't need me which is why I was loaned to another Prime citizen. I was blindfolded and transported to a farm some distance away from my Master's estate.

When my hood was removed I faced a much older man. He had to be close to eighty "Greetings engineer . I am Prime citizen Dumont. Since I am not your owner you will address me as Prime citizen. I am renting you from your current owner because of your excellent skills. Now that I am in the middle of my life I have thought about my legacy. You shall build that legacy for me. I imagine that it will take about six months. You will have a larger crew than your current Master's and it will involve extensive blasting. I have been able to get you permission to do your own blasting but you will be supervised at all times. Screw up with the explosives or use them inappropriately I will flog you to within the very inch of your life. Is that clear?"

His project floored me. Dumont was a rancher, raising quadros, the four legged beasts that served as a principal food on Delta-Knox. Jutting from the edge of his property was a granite tor. Dumont wanted it blasted and polished into the shape of one of the beasts! Because of the general size and shape of the tor it would actually not require as much blasting as might be expected. The real hard part would be carving it and polishing it within the six month window. I was introduced to my new crew of twenty five. My room was spartan but was actually within Dumont's own mansion.

Dumont was a stickler for keeping his slaves in chastity 24/7. In other ways however he was quite generous. Every night, when my crew was finished for the night and I retreated to the mansion, a pretty young blonde maid named Tammy undressed me and gave me a bath. My penis was locked away but having her gentle touch daily made me feel human at least.