Phoebe Lane's Zeppelin Trip To Mars

With little to do, Phoebe took a shower making the water hot enough to erase the foul touch of the men from the previous day and then explored her small universe. There were some Martian newspapers or magazines. The earth girl had to conclude that the Martian alphabet was quite lovely indeed. Flipping through the magazine, she noted that all of the pictures were in full color, like "Colliers" or in "The Saturday Evening Post" at home. She decided that she did not care for the fashion ads. The women all wore mere wisps of clothing that left literally nothing to the imagination! There were things that reminded her of motor cars and airplanes from home and many more things she could not identify.

A glass screen on the wall bore several knobs. By fiddling with them, a picture appeared. It was in full color and had a charming three-dimensional effect, like stereo pictures from home. Phoebe watched a news program, nearly all of which passed above her head. She latched upon the terms "piracy" and "safety of the skies" however. By turning a certain knob, Phoebe could alter the picture. She stumbled into a motion picture. It was a romance, and while Phoebe could not follow all the terms, she easily got into the flow of the story. The hero was a finely muscled, deeply tanned Martian with a fine singing voice who remained pleasantly shirtless throughout. Phoebe did not like the revealing nature of the ingenue's garb, but she identified with her struggles for having fallen in love with the "wrong" sort of boy. The drama ended in a very frank and frankly obscene love making scene. Phoebe wanted to turn the device off in disgust, but she seemed welded to her chair. The lovemaking of the couple on the screen stimulated Phoebe in odd ways. It was a feeling reminiscent of when she had been at Pompeii and had paid a goodly amount to spy on some of the more adult and quite explicit mosaics which were NOT part of the tourist catalog. The feeling from this movie was far more intense, however. Not for the first time, Phoebe wished that she had been more adventurous with men, but she feared her uncle's wrath. She also carried the troubling memory of one of her sorority sisters who had to resign from school in a scandal. Her friend's father paid for his daughter's trip to Cuba to "end" her mistake. Phoebe could just imagine her uncle's apoplexy were she to be similarly compromised!

Awhile after the movie concluded, Phoebe did indeed hear a knock on the door. She threw the bath towel about herself and stood in anticipation of her visitor. "Now things will begin to happen," she told herself. Dehok stood beyond the vestibule, smiling widely.

"I trust you slept well, fair-skinned one." stated the supervisor.

"The accommodations have been fine," replied Phoebe almost mechanically.

"I knew that your wait would not be long, fair one. It was only a question of contacting the right sorts of people with the proper wealth. Once certain information about you was disclosed, we were able to set a very high price. Your sale is in three hours. You must be prepared?"

"Sale!" exclaimed Phoebe, "I thought you had come to inform me that you were sending me home!" she whined.

"But you shall have a new home, fair one, for as property of a very wealthy individual. You could not possibly have had a better outcome to your enslavement." replied the supervisor.

"I am free, white and twenty-one, SIR. I am no man's property!"

"You've been property ever since the pirates captured you. Now remove the towel, put away this silliness, and follow me."

"I would see you in hell first, Sir!" spat Phoebe in response.

Supervisor Dehok blew his whistle and Phoebe double over in pain.

"Must we always do things the difficult way, fair one?" stated the supervisor. He blew his whistle once more.

"I shall prolong your torment for many long moments if you remain recalcitrant, fair one. Now, OBEY!"

Crying even more heavily than she had the day before, Phoebe allowed Dehok to lead her to a small room very reminiscent of a beauty parlor on earth. A half-dozen people, mostly women materialized and Phoebe was led to a comfortable chair. The women began working on the earth girl's flame red locks, shampooing, braiding, and shaping. Others worked on her fingernails and toenails polishing them and coating them with bright red lacquer."A whore's color." thought the sheltered earthling. One of the women had the temerity to trim the edges of Phoebe's public thatch, making it a sharp triangle! Elsewhere, her body was minutely inspected for hair everywhere below the neck. Any found was immediately removed by some kind of flashing light. Under other circumstances, Phoebe would have reveled in such attention. But now, it was clear that she was no more than a prize cow at the state fair, gussied up to impress the judges and maximize her sale price. She really wanted to cry some more but Dehok had threatened to allow the nerve worm to sting her again unless she stopped crying. Somehow she managed to get a hold of herself. A final bit of flattering makeup was applied to her eyes and cheeks and her lips were coated in the same slatternly red as her nails. Upon viewing the final result in the mirror, Phoebe had to conclude that she appeared very lovely indeed, perhaps the prettiest she had ever been.

"To be tarted up like this! But to what end?" thought Phoebe. But even the unsophisticated earth girl could imagine her future. "Even if uncle finds me, will he ever love me again like he does now? What is I bear some bastard child!" Phoebe struggled mightily to not cry and muss her makeup.

"Why did I ever want to be a journalist in the first place?" she asked herself, not getting any closer to an answer than the thousand other times she had asked herself that question.

"It is time, fair one," announced Dehok. "You look amazingly beautiful by the way."

Phoebe did not even acknowledge the compliment.

Taking her by the hand, Dehok led Phoebe to a large room. Two muscular shirtless men in black hoods were also in the room. Phoebe almost peed herself in fear.

"Don't worry, Miss," said one of them while the other disappeared momentarily, "Chave and I are right gentle when it comes to handling the merchandise."

When the second hooded man returned, he was pushing a large frame clearly meant to restrain human beings! Phoebe screamed and attempted to step backwards but was intercepted by Supervisor Dehok. Before Phoebe could even struggle she was lashed spread eagle to the H-shape frame. Phoebe was appalled at how exposed she was in this position, why anyone viewing her from below could peer directly into her secret place!

"Looks like she's going to burst into tears, boss," said one of the hooded men to supervisor Dehok.

"Better give her a mood elevator. I won't see all that hard work ruined."

One of the hooded men produced some sort of hypodermic needle. And placed it against Phoebe's thigh. The earth girl felt no bite from the needle, but instantly a feeling of bliss overcame all of her senses. She found herself smiling widely as the frame she was lashed to was wheeled onto a mostly circular stage in an auditorium. A spotlight soon illuminated Phoebe's marvelous body, causing a sudden stunned silence in the gallery. Phoebe's frame was rotated in the spotlight several times so that all could view her long, slender legs, enticing buttocks, trim flat tummy, intoxicating navel, flared hips and wondrous breasts. Her crimson hair danced like a flame under the lighting.

Phoebe heard a voice, as though very far away, say, "Topping today's bill is this beautiful and unique item. Like a fine jewel, this fetching creature is completely unblemished, with certificates attesting to her virgin state. Imagine the joy and wonder of owning such an unsullied treasure, of being the very first to sample her charms, of training her to suit your needs and yours alone. She has no bad habits from improper training. She is, however, in a symbiotic relationship with the latest tool of discipline, a nerve worm, so training her should be quick and, for you, painless. Such a rare treasure comes on sale perhaps once in a lifetime citizens, therefore we will set the bar for sale very high."

A tote board behind and above Phoebe lit up, causing more gasps from the crowd. "We have this price, citizens, will one of you match it?"

Buzzers in private boxes hummed and the Martian numbers behind the restrained earth woman began to rise at a meteoric rate. Phoebe's bliss filled mind, at some level, understood what was transpiring, but the narcotic in her system kept her smiling sweetly. Try as hard as she could, she could not drive away the blissful sensation and after a comparatively short time, she ceased trying.

Phoebe heard the word "SOLD!" loud and clear. There were cheers from the audience and the earth girl felt a collar slide around her neck and close with a sound nearly as loud as that of the crowd. Like a thunderstorm breaking, Phoebe was at last able to find her tears, which came in a torrent. Emotionally numb and wailing, Phoebe was liberated from the frame and managed, somehow, to stand on her now trembling legs.

"There is no need for grief, pretty one," said a voice. "You have been purchased by the richest man on Mars. Millions of women who do not wear collars will envy you 'til the end of your days. Here he comes now!"

Phoebe followed the stranger's gesture. She spied a large male form, a dark mass against the lighting of the amphitheater. Phoebe forced herself to stop crying, she would use that energy, gather it with every bit of resolved she owned, and spit right in the face of whoever the beast was who had just purchased her. Phoebe Lane was a proud American and would be no man's slave! The sooner the beast learned this, the better!

The face and physique that strode through the darkness to enter Phoebe's spotlight came as a complete surprise. He was older but not as old as her dear uncle Denton and he was far more handsome than even her own late, lamented father had been as a young man. The simple shirt her wore intentionally gaped in places to reveal a firm, broad chest and coils of abdominal muscles. His face bore an incandescent and genuinely pleasing smile. True, the man's skin was as dark as that of an Indian from the subcontinent at home, but whatever he was, the man was clearly no ogre. He held aloft a short robe and gently assisted the stunned earth girl into it.

"I shall call you Xanu, because of your beautiful skin," he stated in a deep resonate voice, "I shall be a kind and gentle master, why in no time at all, we will be getting along famously."

The expectoration never made it to Phoebe's lips. Somehow, for reasons she could not begin to understand, Phoebe felt with every fiber of her being that this stranger, whose collar she now wore, had spoken absolute truths. Her fear of being foully used vanished like mist before the sun. The naive earth girl comprehended with total certainty that she could have ended up in far worse hands. If she HAD to lose her maidenhead she rationalized, let it be taken by a kind and generous Martian. There was, after all, no guarantee that on her own world, despite her many precautions and excellent connections, that she could have done any better.

In one movement, The tall and broad newcomer swept Phoebe up into his powerful arms and planted an overpowering kiss on the trembling girl's lips. For Phoebe, it was the first real kiss she had ever enjoyed in her life. It was far better, she thought than the kisses she had exchanged with one of the young deckhands at the yacht club. She was fifteen, he was seventeen. Her uncle had discovered them mid-osculation. Usually affable uncle Denton, had heaped torrents of abuse on the lad and fired him on the spot. That night, when she and Uncle Denton were again in his nearby home, the man she respected and admired more than any other in all the world took a switch to her bare backside! Phoebe agreed that night that not another man would so much as brush her lips until she was at the altar exchanging vows. Fear of the man's ire had ensured that she had kept that promise despite much temptation. Phoebe's mind returned to that instant, "Had that lad kissed me like this man just did, my uncle's ire would have been justified!" Phoebe kissed the man a second time, much more deeply and then once more. She felt odd stirrings in her loins and her heart began beating an erratic tattoo. "What has come over me?" she asked herself.

Feeling weak all over, which was quite unlike the humiliation and horror of her recent intimate exposure, Phoebe took the man's hand, felt his arm, powerful yet protective, over her shoulder as he led her away. For the first time, she noted her robe she now wore. It was very short, exposing nearly all of her long, lithe legs, but the lovely pale blue fabric, which was not silk but felt just as yummy against her skin, did a very good job of concealing the rest of her. It felt wonderful to be concealed from view of the hungry eyes of the crowd.

Her "owner" (Phoebe felt sure that she would always gag at that word) led her out of the arena and out into the Martian daylight. Judging from the heat, Phoebe gathered that it was about noon. The landscape reminded her of a trip she had taken to the American Southwest. The sun, which was smaller in the sky and emitted less intense heat here than when it shone upon the earth, was still plenty warm and felt good on her exposed skin after the artificial chill of the arena. Phoebe absently tugged at her collar as the tall dark man who now controlled her destiny, placed her in the rear seat of a vehicle that reminded the earth girl of an automobile. The man slid into the bench seat next to her and stated something to the Martian in the front seat who wore a collar bearing the same intricate design as Phoebe's. Noiselessly, the vehicle rose a half meter off the ground and began moving towards the eastern horizon. The beautiful city soon vanished behind the occupants of the car to be replaced by rolling rust-colored sand dunes.

After a long interval of silence, the man spoke, "I am known as Renti Jhosala, but YOU shall refer to me ALWAYS as "Master." I will strive to be a kindly and sensitive owner as I initiate you into the fabulous worlds of intimacy and service. I will also say that you are by far the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes upon, Xanu."

Phoebe, not knowing how to react to those statements remained mute.

"I must say, Xanu, that your shyness is utterly charming."

He opened a small door in the vehicle, revealing a decanter and glasses.

"Can I offer you a drink, Xanu? Our trek will take quite a few hours, let us spend it getting to know each other."

With a slight tremble, Phoebe accepted the glass. This close, her "Master" seemed even more handsome, his black hair fairly glistened in the Martian noon, he gave off a quite intoxicating scent, and his muscles certainly appeared quite powerful. Phoebe sipped the sparkling wine and found it both delicious and heady. It slid delightfully down her throat.

Her Master threw his arm over Phoebe's shoulder and pulled her close. The subsequent kiss was the most utterly delightful yet, for both of them. Phoebe found herself relaxing completely in Rent's powerful grasp. His lips went to her earlobes and throat above her collar, stimulating the sheltered earth girl in profound ways. "If Uncle Denton, ever spied me exchanging intimacies with a black man, he'd flay me alive!" thought Phoebe to herself. Before long, however, that concern faded in the wake of overpowering desire, her first real experience with that emotion.

Between increasingly deep and passionate kisses, Renti asked Phoebe to tell him something about herself. He laughed with delight when she finished her tale of woe.

"Obviously," he responded, "virtually everything from before your abduction by pirates is a lie. The gateways to the third and second planets were closed thousands of years ago, as the Martian kings found those planets to be negative influences on the greater Martian interests. The idea that a people as backward and as technologically challenged as those on the third planet could locate and negotiate such a gateway is laughable on its face, as is the idea that they would take a woman on such a dangerous excursion. What makes much more sense, Xanu, is the story of a young mountain woman from the desolate polar regions running away from something. Perhaps a forced marriage, perhaps just a quest to see the big city. Whatever the reason, the pirates diverted you. You created this pretty little web of lies to protect someone close to you, perhaps your father is a mountain king, or simply, to hide the scandal you fled. In any case, I care not what you were, Xanu. I care only about the woman you will become under my tutelage."

"But everything I told you is the truth, Sir!" exclaimed Phoebe.

Renti produced a nerve worm "whistle" and made a move to bring it to his lips. Phoebe blanched and the progression of Renti's arm ceased.

"If you ever repeat such nonsense about a planet called "earth" scientists, a strange aircraft, and a career as a writer ever again, Xanu, I will make you regret the day you were born. And we were making so much progress."

After a malevolent glance, Renti put down the whistle, winked at Phoebe and stated, "To atone for such falsehoods, my delightful, Xanu, you need to sit in my lap and kiss me until our trek ends. Please me this way and I MAY not punish you for the sin of equivocation when we reach our destination!"

And that is just what the young earth girl did!

Many hours later, Phoebe was emotionally and physically a place she had never been before. Every kilometer of the journey, Master Renti had kissed and stroked her body. His finger darted to the interior of her robe and gently tweaked her breasts, causing the nipples to become erect. His hands traced delicate filigrees upon her rib cage and trim tummy, making Phoebe's head swim. There was an unfamiliar dampness in her loins and Phoebe's breathing became labored. Phoebe felt the swelling of her Master's manhood, under her buttocks and wondered again about the mysteries of intimacy. She had taken human biology at Vassar, but that course had cleared up very little. She now knew how babies were created, in theory, but the mechanics were as much a mystery to her today as they were when she was a child playing with dolls. She knew that most of her own friends were far more sophisticated but not one of them wanted to risk uncle Denton's anger by enlightening her. Phoebe had always believed that her uncle's obsession about her innocence was for her own good, but now she questioned that conceit. Shortly before the magical elevating vehicle came to a stop, Renti's teeth and lips had been encircling and teasing each of her nipples in turn. The innocent girl had no idea how wonderfully sensitive and responsive those parts of her anatomy could be.

All at once, the Martian vehicle was on the grounds of a positively beautiful large building which seemed to made out of spun smoked glass. Behind the building, acres and acres of a strange plant were in flower. A nearby Martian canal's water glistened beautifully in the sunlight. Phoebe fell in love with the place immediately. Renti adjusted her robe and his own now disheveled clothing.

"You shall NOT be disciplined for your lies Xanu. However, I caution you against repeating them, EVER!"

"Thank you, Si..Master" replied Phoebe sincerely relieved.

He helped Phoebe exit the vehicle. Standing nearby was an older, but still beautiful, dark woman in brief clothing and a man shorter than Renti wearing a dark open shirt and knee breeches. Both of them wore collars like her own, inscribed with the elaborate monogram of Renti Jhosala.