Test Subjects Ch. 01

All characters 18 or over.

Chapter 1

Day 1

"Welcome, test subjects, to your new home in the stars!"

The alien man addressing us was the head of some kind of scientific mission, and he had abducted my class, our teachers, and the other people who had been on the bus with us. I figure they timed it to the very end of our final term so they could kidnap people who were all adults; they had taken about fifty of us, all told.

I've recorded this as day one but really it was a week or two since they took us. I just don't remember anything from before - only flashes. I knew they'd put us through some process to learn their language, and I knew we'd all had some kind of surgery to put some... things inside our bodies. To this day I have no idea how long that all took.

We stood in a large holding area in one of the wings of the station that we'd been taken to. From the station's windows it could clearly be seen that we were orbiting Jupiter, far enough from Earth as to be able to hide from view. The station was all gleaming metal and white plastic surfaces, very advanced, and the room we were in was filled with clear plastic cells where we had all recovered from the procedures. We stood on the bare metal deck in an area in front of the cells, between them and the only doors in or out.

Around our necks, wrists and ankles were high-tech metal restraints that moved with our bodies and always fit perfectly. Each restraint was capable of delivering a disabling shock or lower levels of pain for more minor infractions. The station's AI used the control devices and whispered instructions into an ear-implant to guide us to where we were supposed to be. Everyone who had tried to run or fight had been punished severely, so we all stood, naked, with our hands behind our backs.

I had an erection and so did a few of the other boys. We had not been able to cum in however long it had been since they'd taken us, and now we stood amid a sea of naked flesh. In front of me was Miss Jenkins, the short redhead maths teacher who I'd had a crush on for years. I couldn't help but keep flicking my gaze down to her bubble bottom and her perfect thighs.

The aliens who had taken us looked almost human - they had slimmer bodies and their ears came to points, and their eyes were a little wider than ours. Otherwise, it was hard to tell us apart from them. I wondered how that came about - were they an offshoot of our race? Were we somehow an offshoot of theirs? My thoughts were interrupted.

"Slaves, your attention," said the lead scientist. "That's right, you understood me, you are all slaves now. You will never return to your former lives but you can be happy in your new ones, I guarantee it. In many ways you are fortunate - you are the seventh generation of test subjects and our methods are nearing the point where we can proceed to rollout. By which I mean - your planet and its people will join us.

"You lucky heroes and heroines get the chance to make history. You can help us reduce the damage we do to your people when we invade by showing us how to overcome any remaining resistance to our methods you might display. Think of it this way: your short period of suffering will help millions, if not billions, avoid madness or death. Surely you can see that is a noble goal?

"Now, slaves, you have been assigned clusters and must now move to stand with your cluster. Do not approach within ten metres of any of the station staff or your implants will punish you most severely. Your in-ear implant will whisper directions to you, and when your cluster are all standing together the instructions will stop. Go. Now."

I didn't want more pain so I followed the implant's hints and ended up standing in a huddle with the very same redheaded maths teacher I had been standing behind, the school's headmaster Mr Poplar, and a performance and dance student who I think was called Hazel. Mr Poplar was in his mid-fifties, very lean and fit, and he held himself with real poise even though he was naked. He was as tall as me - a little over six foot - and had a completely bald head. Like the rest of us, he had plenty of stubble showing.

The dance student was eighteen, tall for a girl, very thin, with small breasts and dark hair that fell almost down to her taut bottom. She had a thatch of dark pubes, long, slender legs, and an angular face that was softened by her fringe. I got a proper look at the maths teacher Miss Jenkins finally - large breasts jutted out from her chest, with cherry red nipples. Her pubes were as red as her hair. She gave me a sad look when she saw me checking her out, so I moved my eyes up to her round face.

"Excellent, you have all found your clusters. Now, follow in-ear instructions to your new living quarters. Move out, slaves."

Our new quarters were designed to reduce privacy to almost zero. When we got there, we found ourselves in a large hexagonal room with no windows. It was well-lit, about thirty metres across, and it contained two large beds against one wall, a slot where food would be delivered, some lounge furniture and an open-plan bathroom area with showers and toilets. There were no walls, no cubicles, nothing - we would be constantly on display to one another.

When we were all in the room, we were instructed to line up against the wall on the opposite side to the door. When we got there, we found our wrist implants magnetised and stuck to the wall with great force, rendering us helpless. The door opened silently, and in walked a male and a female alien.

The male was about 5'9" while the female was perhaps 5'0". They both wore loose-fitting satin white clothing: he trousers and shirt, her a long dress. With them came several drones that floated in and took up station to protect them; after them, came two naked human boys, crawling and leashed, who then knelt up and displayed their erect cocks. The male alien addressed us.

"Hello, Delta cluster, and welcome to day 1 of the programme. There's not much to do on day one: you just need to get acquainted with each other and get some rest. You will need to be cleaned up, though. My name is Dr. Kopp Havar, but you should simply call me Master. This is my fellow scientist Dr. Chiya Halsion, but you should simply address her as Mistress. Not too hard, hmmm?"

He paused for effect.

"I need to hear a "Yes, Master," from each of you, then a "Yes, Mistress" for my colleague. You, the young male, say it."

I paused only a beat. He was in control and I did not want to anger him.

"Yes, Master. Yes, Mistress," I said, too loud in the confined space.

"Good boy. You, the young female, next."

"Yes, Master, yes, Mistress," she blurted.

"Good enough."

"You, older male."

"Yes, Master, Yes, Mistress," said the former headmaster, slowly, in a quiet voice.

"And you, the slightly older female."

"No."

"Immediately, slave."

"Please no."

"Slave implants: level 3, five second shock."

Miss Jenkins screamed when the shocks hit her. She writhed as much as she was able, still attached to the wall, and my heart broke to see her in such pain. Her head lolled when the shocks ended, and her face was covered in tears once she brought it back up to look at us.

"Say it," said the alien man.

"Yes, Master, yes, Mistress," she said back, and once more hung her head.

"Good girl. Now, slaves, you will be tested for two to four weeks, in scenarios of our devising, without any possibility of escape or release. You no longer own your lives, your bodies or your minds. You must also release any ties to your old lives and live in your new roles instead - our reprogramming should already have helped loosen your attachment to those you once knew. Perhaps you sense that already? To demonstrate our ownership, we require you to pair up and remove all this unsightly body and facial hair you grow.

"To do this, you will take up the laser depilators and use them on the body of your partner. You will then apply the special cream provided to prevent re-growth, which will require you to apply cream directly to your partner's genitals. You may not remove your own hair - your partner must do it. At no point may you touch your own bodies. Restraints: release. You have fifteen minutes. Begin."

"Hazel, with me," said Miss Jenkins. She yelped as a mild shock hit her.

"Address the girl as 'sister' and the males as 'brother'," said the male alien.

"Come, sister," said the older slavegirl.

"Yes, miss," she stammered back, then was shocked. "Yes, sister," she corrected.

"Come, brother, shall we just get this over with?" said the former headmaster.

"Yes, brother," I replied.

I was depilated first, the former headmaster taking the lead and guiding me into the shower area that sat against one wall. The slavegirls - I tried not to think of them as Hazel and Miss Jenkins in case I accidentally said their names - decided they would keep swapping back and forth so they could make sure they weren't hurting each other.

I stood underneath the shower head, and put my arms up and out. My slave brother took up the laser depilator, and aimed it at my face as his in-ear implant instructed. I felt my beard and moustache sizzle away with a stinging sensation that penetrated right beneath my skin to the follicles themselves.

He went back over his work and caught any errant hairs, then he moved down to my chest and got rid of the small hairs there. He did my armpits next, then my legs, then my feet. I knew what he was trying to put off, and I didn't blame him for that. He moved around me and did my bottom, then it was time for the final area: my pubes.

I glanced over to the girls, and saw that they were trying to pretend the other one simply wasn't there, wasn't touching them, while they got rid of each other's bushes. The redhead - my former maths teacher - lasered off the other girls mound then covered her hands with the depilatory cream and got straight into the other girl's pussy with it, all businesslike.

My pubes followed suit seconds later. I felt air down there, and couldn't help but look down to check it out. I was completely exposed, then, but the other slave was frowning.

"Brother, I need to lift up your cock to get at your hair. Sorry."

"OK. Do it," I replied.

He carefully took my cock in his hand and gently lifted it up, then he depilated beneath the shaft. Next he had to move my testicles and sack around, and this he tried to do as quickly as possible. The stimulation was hard to ignore, and my body responded with a semi-erection that made me blush, made me wish I was anywhere else. I looked around and saw both slavegirls staring at it.

"Done, except the cream," said the slaveboy.

He slathered it onto me and got it right into the nooks and crannies as ordered, and my semi-erection grew a little when he fondled my cock with the cream. I did wonder in that moment if he touched me longer than he needed to, but it was impossible to tell from his careful facial expressions. Once I was done, we had to quickly shift places, for we were in danger of running out of time.

I knelt down and started at his feet, quickly blasting away hairs with the depilator. I smoothed out his legs, then to save time I simply kept going up until I got to the top. His cock too responded just like mine had, except that he became completely hard and his erection leered out. I tried my best to ignore it, but I had a nagging compulsion to put it in my mouth and suck it.

That was a surprise to me. I realised how attracted to him I was - something I'd never felt for a man before. He looked down at me with the same desire in his eyes, and we both started in surprise. Had they done something to us, in those days we could not remember? I searched my feelings - the other male slaves, the male alien - I could feel an attraction for all of them.

I focused up and raced the clock, just managing to smother the slaveboy's body in the cream before the time ran out. We all stood with our hands on our heads until the cream had penetrated right down and burned out the last follicles permanently, then we were allowed to use the shower. We dried using blasts of hot air that came from the floor and ceiling.

"Well done, slaves, you took to your new roles with far less resistance than anyone I've seen before" said the female alien. "For the rest of the day, you will be provided with food and should discuss your new living situation with each other, to resolve any issues you may have that linger from your old lives. Please line up again - younger male first, older male second, younger female first, older female second. Hands on heads. Good.

"Younger male, your designation is Beta-7-M-4-1 - stand still while this drone applies it to your bottom. Good boy, you barely flinched. Your temporary slave-name is Dimple, for your cheeks. Older male, your designation is Beta-7-M-4-2. Your temporary slave-name is Cheeks, for that hard fuckable bottom you are flaunting around like a slut.

"Younger slavegirl, your designation is Beta-7-F-4-1, and your temporary slave-name is Showgirl, because we know how you like to perform. Older slavegirl, your designation is Beta-7-F-4-2, and your temporary slave-name is Strumpet. You are the most repressed of the group, but we know the real reason for that.

"I leave you with one more order: before the end of the day, each of you must masturbate to completion, here in this room, at least once. Failure to do so will result in severe punishment. See you tomorrow - and don't forget to use each others' names. That's an order!"

They left us with that bombshell, but we all seemed to decide not to discuss it. We sat down together in the seating area and tried not to look at each other's new depilated bodies. Inevitably we stopped being able to ignore each other's presence and had to turn and look each other in the eye.

"Let's get this over with," said Strumpet, the redheaded former teacher. "There are no coverings in this room and nowhere to get any privacy. Why don't we just really look at each other and get it over with?"

"OK," said Showgirl.

"Sure," I said.

"I guess..." said Cheeks.

We stood up and stood with our hands by our sides. Showgirl started off with her hands covering herself, but when she saw all of us show each other ourselves, she moved them. I got some very piercing looks from Showgirl in particular, and I found that she actually pushed her breasts out a little when I looked her over. They were small but perfect - astonishingly beautiful, with perky nipples.

"You both have the exact same-sized cocks," said Strumpet, the redheaded former teacher.

"Mine seems smaller now," said Cheeks. I found using their new names made it feel more like a dream and less like reality, so I went with it.

"Really?" said Strumpet.

"Yes. Definitely. I think they resized it. I could feel an ache there yesterday, while we were all in the cells."

"My god," said Strumpet.

"Mine's a little larger now. Not much. But yes, they changed it. I think it's five inches now," I said.

"I had seven, so that fits," said Cheeks.

"Sorry. Um, sorry, brother," I said.

"Thanks. Small concern in the grand scheme though," he replied.

"Well, we all look good naked, then," said Strumpet. We laughed with relief and sat down on the sofas.

"How shall we do privacy then?" said Showgirl. "I think we should try not to watch when we're using the toilet."

We all agreed.

"And when we shower?" she added.

"If we can. The shower's not so bad, though," I said. "More like being at a gym or something."

"OK," she replied simply.

"What about this masturbation thing?" said Cheeks.

"Let's eat first and then tackle it," said Strumpet.

We were delivered excellent, rich-tasting food, and we sat around trying to talk normally and ignore the fact we were captives, naked, and clearly in for a rough ride. We swapped tales of where we were from and told each other things we didn't know about one another, but I could sense that none of us felt like home meant much to us anymore.

I realised then that since I'd been taken, home had somehow become like a faded memory - something far off that didn't matter compared to the people with me. When Showgirl suggested we discuss escape plans, we were all instantly shocked at a high pain level that knocked the breath from our bodies. We realised we were under constant surveillance.

The room displayed a clock on one wall and we talked until we were tired. There were only two beds, with no sheets - even the pillows were formed as part of the bed itself - and we decided to sleep boys together and girls together. Before we could do that, though, we needed to complete the last order we were given - each of us needed to masturbate to completion.

"We could face away from each other, in different parts of the room, and stay that way until we're all finished," I suggested.

"Good, let's do that," replied Strumpet.

Each of us headed as far away from the others as we could get and faced the wall. I knelt down with my legs spread, and visualised a scene where I was surrounded by naked girls on a beach. In the fantasy, I was their willing and eager sex-slave. I tried to force away the irony but I knew it was the only kind of fantasy powerful enough to get me off.

As time went on, male participants kept appearing in my vision of that beach. Some were fellow slaves, some were doms - all approached me. I knew for certain then that something was different in my mind, for I had never had such a fantasy before. I wanted to stop and work it out, but when I opened my eyes I remembered where I was, and I closed them again. Better to get it over with.

I could hear Strumpet masturbating. She kept making these small whimpers that spoke of secretive pleasure, and it seemed that she couldn't help but let the odd one escape her lips. As she neared her climax, the whimpering got louder, and I could hear her fingers humming through her wet pussy up and down her slit. She squealed as she came, then went silent.

I got my climax a few minutes later, from a fantasy filled with depraved submissive acts. I caught the cum as it came out, as much as I could, and tried to make sure I didn't befoul our living quarters on that first day. Then, I fell silent and waited. I heard Cheeks - former headmaster - cum just a few seconds later, but I heard nothing from Showgirl.

I waited a long time, but while I could hear her trying, it was clear she wasn't getting anywhere. I feared more pain, but didn't want to break her train of thought or distract her, so I waited longer. After another ten minutes went by, I broke the silence.

"Are you OK?"

"I just can't right now. I just can't."

"It's OK, it's a horrible situation. Just take some breaths, call up your best fantasy, and try again."

"I've never been able to get there without..."

"Huh?"

"Without something to look at."

"Oh."

"I just can't."

"We'll all be severely punished."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"OK," cut in Strumpet, "what do you need to look at?"

"I need a picture of a boy."

"We don't have one," said Strumpet.

"I don't think I can then," she said.

"What about me?" I asked.

"Huh?"

"If I close my eyes, can you look at me and use that?"

She waited a while before she answered. I had no idea if she was shocked, disgusted, or mulling it over, but she eventually said a little "Yes."

I stood, closed my eyes, and walked over to where I thought she was. She guided me with her words and I came to a standstill in front of her, then I stood there awkwardly not knowing what to do. I settled for putting my hands behind my back and standing with my legs apart. I felt acutely conscious that she was probably checking me out, but then, that was the point.

"Open your eyes," she said.

"What?" I asked.

"Open them. Please."