The Traders' Slaves

"Ready to take some virginities?" asked Pell.

"Most certainly, darling."

Pell's cock cleared the slaveboy's mind as it entered. All at once, the only sensation that mattered was that Master was fucking him, and that Master was good at it. Groans escaped the slaveboy's lips and a shiver of pleasure ran all along his spine. He had never felt so right, so whole, as in the moment he was taken by his Master. The re-programming had been right, he knew that now. It was so obvious, so straightforward. Obey, be happy.

He lost the second of his virginities moments later, when Brawn slid his cock in past the slaveboy's lips and let it rest inside the slaveboy's mouth. Brawn paused a beat, then two, then completed the motion. The new slaveboy was surprised that he did not gag, then surprised again, then finally realised a few thrusts later, that he was simply no longer able. Brawn and Pell matched speeds, and the slaveboy moaned and groaned through it all.

Next to him on the bed, his former wife whimpered and wriggled, as Hera filled her tight pussy with the buzzing, pulsing stim-strapon. Ivory panted as she face-fucked the new slavegirl, and the new slavegirl found that she delighted to hear it. In fact, she delighted with everything that was happening, for her and for her former husband.

She saw now how silly it had been to resist when a world of pleasure awaited. She wanted so desperately to tell her new owners that, but with her mouth full of strapon, she judged that she must focus on being spitroasted in the most pliant way possible first. Her hips bucked backwards into Mistress's thrusts, and she was rewarded with a playful slap on the rump. It sent a thrill through her bottom.

Pell and Hera helped both the new slaves to cum that first time, and when all were finished, they had the new ones kneel on the floor and profess their thanks. In the slaveboy's mind was a new, firm conviction that getting cock was very important to him. He had a new certainty that in fact it was one of his most heartfelt reasons to exist. For the slavegirl, she realised how much she appreciated sex with someone who truly understood her body like it was their own. To be a slave and to receive that, well, that was just fine.

Hera spotted that the slaves seemed calmer and set them tasks that would reinforce their new lessons. "Good performance, slaves. Your orders for the rest of the day are as follows. Brawn and Ivory will instruct you in the arts of giving pleasure to the same sex, and you will train with them until you are told to stop. When you are done, after a rest, the slavegirl will don a stim-strapon and fuck the slaveboy, then spank him, then Brawn will spank him, then Ivory will spank him. Then, to bed. Eat when you need to, go to the bathroom when you need to, but otherwise don't bother us for the rest of the day."

Day 3

In their private living quarters, Pell and Hera lay in bed together, with Brawn and Ivory in attendance. A screen on the wall showed them the new slaves in their cell, where the slavegirl was fucking the slaveboy with her shiny new strapon while he panted and moaned. Some slaves developed a little bit of dominance, to help balance their new personalities out; this slavegirl seemed to particularly like taking her former husband in the arse while his cock remained locked.

"They're coming along well, that new re-programming routine is worth the credits we paid for it, I think," said Pell.

"Hmmph. I still think there's nothing there that a painstick couldn't achieve, and those are far cheaper. Not that we need to buy any more, my collection is quite sufficient."

"You can still do that, my love, it just won't be part of breaking them. On the plus side, it means you can get creative."

"Oh, my love, you always know just the right thing to say to me."

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Hera had reconfigured part of the living area for privacy, setting the walls to morph around a space where she could chain up the two slaves. It needed enough room for her to stand off and swing her whips, but that was about it. When you lived aboard a ship, you learned to make do without much room, and she thought the close quarters might even introduce a nice little bit of claustrophobia for the new slaves.

Brawn dutifully brought them in and chained them up, and Hera watched him work. Memories of his first days with her and Pell blossomed up, and Hera savoured the recollection of the first time she had applied a painstick to Brawn's balls and heard him scream. There was just something magical about owning testicles, about making them into a toy, about leading a man into slavery by them.

"Go serve Master, Brawn, and seal the doorway behind you."

"Yes, Mistress," he replied evenly, managing to keep his eyes from falling to the feared painsticks all lined up along one wall.

"Slaves, this is a painstick, and I will waste no time in getting started. This is its lowest setting, and this is what it feels like when it hits you."

With a wicked smile on her face, Hera thrust a painstick into the slaveboy's side. He screamed and howled as she kept the stick engaged, and his chains rattled as he writhed and tried to get away from the agony. Hera laughed in his face and hit him again with the stick, this time on his arse, where she pressed it right into the soft flesh and delighted at the sight of the slaveboy wriggling around.

"This is just a warmup, you understand?" Hera said.

"Please, please no," whimpered the slavegirl.

"No such luck, girl," said Hera.

A piercing scream escaped the slavegirl's throat when the painstick hit her belly. She bucked but could not move out of Hera's reach, and Hera seemed to anticipate her movements and always be one step ahead. More strikes from the painstick followed, all across the slavegirl's belly and back.

"Good boy, good girl, all warmed up now. Well, nearly. You see, you haven't felt the stick hit the most important places of all, and that's because I need to explain to you before it happens. Anyone who controls you can do this, at anytime, anywhere, if they want to. But mostly, this will be because you disobeyed. Associate what happens next with disobedience, and learn from it."

"Please no, Mistress," said the slaveboy, "oh god please no, please don't, please. Oh!"

Hera jammed the painstick into the boy's balls and turned it on. The boy's howls bounced off the walls and filled the small space with noise. He begged Hera to stop, but she just laughed at him and turned up the power. That took all his words away. Each breath was just a pause between screams, and tears ran freely down his face. He remembered her words: this was the price of disobedience.

"That's enough. Cunt next," said Hera.

There was no time for the slavegirl to beg. She watched in slow motion as Hera jammed the painstick into her pussy and it activated. The slavegirl's vision flared white and red, then she screamed with animal power and shook her head, no, no, no. She could not catch breath for words and her mind emptied of everything save the desire to never feel this pain again.

"Good slaves. Now, girl, your mind has been changed and it is time for an object-lesson in that. Chains: release. Girl, stand here and hold out your hand, and here, take the painstick. If you search your mind, you will discover that you can barely even imagine turning it on me, much less try to follow through on that. No, what I need is for you to use it, when I tell you, on your former husband whom you love so much."

"P... P... Please... N-"

"See? You can barely even think of doing anything except turning it on him. Picture in your mind all the times he let you down or hurt you, then enjoy following my order to torture him. You have it in you, slavegirl, I've seen your psych profile. Now, shock his balls."

"Y-yes, mistress!"

The slavegirl turned on the spot and thrust the painstick into the slaveboy's balls. She flicked it on and listened to his screams, which sounded ... right to her. This was what should follow from her Mistress's order, and so this was what should be happening. The begging, writhing male in front of her had been the person she had loved the most in the world, before Master and Mistress came along. It hurt her to hurt him, but it was right that she followed orders, and besides, she did remember a few bad things he'd done. Maybe he deserved this.

"Stop, girl. You're a natural, you know, and I think part of your slave-personality must be to have a little power over other slaves. Just as it should be. Now, back in your chains: it's your husband's turn."

By the end of the day, both slaves were thoroughly acquainted with the ways of pain and discipline. Each knew intimately that there was no pain they could resist receiving, and no pain their re-programmed minds would not willingly give at an order. They emerged from the torture room shaking and hunched, ate a light meal, then returned to their cells to sleep.

Day 4

Pell and Ivory arrived outside the new slaves' cell and viewed what was going on inside. As ordered, both new slaves had washed and cleaned themselves, eaten a big meal of protein and carb bars, and were now knelt on the floor in front of the cell door. Pell beamed at the way both slaves were improving every day; the brainwashing routines were being subliminally reinforced at night, and it showed. He opened the cell door.

"Both slaves, crawl out and then kneel here and here. Remain on all-fours. Good boy! Good girl! You're doing so well and pleasing Master no end. Now, before we take you to the exercise field, we just need to make a few adjustments to you both. Kneel up and cooperate.

"The first thing we'll add is some mitts. Ivory, you do the slavegirl and I'll do the boy. I do so love pettifying boys, as you know."

"Oh yes, Master, you do it so well," said Ivory.

"These mitts will bond temporarily to your skin and become an extension of your arm. They'll stop you using your fingers and thumbs at all and will turn your hand into little more than a paw. There, see? There's no use even trying to grip or manipulate anything now, you're just animals today.

"Next thing: slaveboy, cock cage, unlock and retract. Watch it go, boy, and oh, hello, you're hard already. Let it leer out, boy, there's nothing like a turned on petboy to really make my day. I should think you're 99% reprogrammed already. There's enough left of your old mind that you know you weren't born to be a pet, though? Hmmm? Just nod. Good, so long as you understand this is a state I make you into, nothing natural about it.

"Your kneepads next. Simple things, they'll stop you getting hurt from crawling on the ground. These can be implanted if needed long-term - Brawn and Ivory both have the kind that only extend when they're in use, but you can have external ones today. I want to make sure there's nothing distracting you from immediate obedience.

"Second to last, tails. These go on just above your backsides and they will bond to your bodies. Some clever tech picks up on your electrical impulses and will make some basic shapes if you're happy, sad, angry, eager ... The basic emotions that a pet can have.

"Last but not least, your voices. The collars you wear have changed your voices, just for today, and you can no longer speak like sentient beings can. Are slaves really sentient? I always think of you as a special kind of property - interesting philosophical discussion, no? But I forget, I'm talking to pets today. Don't trouble yourselves with those kinds of thoughts. Ivory, let's leash these two and take them to the exercise area. Don't forget your crop."

"But of course not, Master," said Ivory with a devious smile on her face.

Ivory and Pell led the slavegirl and slaveboy respectively. The two walking, talking members of the entourage wielded vicious long crops, whose tiny barbed surfaces could inflict maximum pain with minimum damage. Both giggled as they swatted the arses of the crawling slaves as they made their way through the ship, into the large field that served as exercise area on the ship.

"Groundrules," said Pell, "bark freely and often. That way I know you're really getting into the mindset. Stay on all-fours except to jump or roll, but think about how a four-legged animal might do it and try to copy that. Behave like a pet. Bark like a pet. Accept training like a pet. Let's begin. Ivory, over to you."

"Thank you, Master. Pets, kneel up on your hind legs. So that you can balance, you'll be there a while - take your time, feel out the right way to do it. That's it, good. Now, lift up your paws and hold them at shoulder height, open your mouths, widen your eyes, thrust forward your pelvises, and look up at the person holding your leash.

"Petmale, that's excellent. You are the naked, leashed pet of a superior male and there is no shame in this, for it is your place in life, as ordained by your Master. You may blush but your cock betrays how you really feel. You display your cock well to the one who owns you, but you need to open your mouth wider. Pant a little. Good boy! See how easy it is just to obey?

"Petgirl, less good. You're not a natural pet like your former husband. Open your hind legs wider."

The petgirl yelped as Ivory slammed her crop into the petgirl's pussy. The petgirl thought of pulling away but could not follow through on the action. Instead, to her horror, she spread her legs even wider, drawing Ivory's thin smile, and took more swats on her pink pussy lips. Pain surged through her body. Lesson learned, she tried to ape the position her former husband had taken, and she felt a tingle of pleasure for obeying.

"Much better, petgirl," said Ivory, "A good cunt whipping has helped many a new bitch to fall in line and know her place. There'll be more of that later if needed. You've both maintained a reasonable level of obedience so far, but you have not fully realised yet just how much your new existence will differ from your old one.

"You kneel here, leashed and collared, tails wagging, and you will realise: you are no longer human beings. You are no longer people. You are simply whatever your owners wish you to be, and you will find great pleasure in that surrender if you allow yourself to. Re-programming of your minds did not rid you of your old selves, only time and training can do that. Today will help your new self blossom.

"Now, beg."

The girl and boy begged as best they could. Ivory gave them tips and swatted them with her crop, and the thin smile never left her face. She taught them how to move their hands and bodies to show craven submission and how to bark and whine convincingly. Each lesson, she drove home with fast hits from the vicious crop, and fulsome praise for each successful demonstration.

Both slaves were caught in her web. Their minds had been altered to respond to reward and punishment in a powerful, primitive way. Emotions surged through them: pride at the words "good pet", shame at the phrase "bad puppy," and always they felt a longing to give pleasure to the ones who controlled them.

Rolling over came next. Pell liked watching them rolling over the most, of all the things pet-slaves could do. He delighted when the boy rolled and writhed at his feet, and laughed to see the boy's caged genitals bouncing around and thoroughly exposed. He bit his lip and sucked in his breath when he saw the bitch follow suit, and he watched her breasts jiggle and wobble when she threw herself to the ground. His cock grew hard in his trousers.

Hours of training went past. Ivory and Pell never let up, pushing the new slaves hard until they were convincingly barking, rolling, sitting up and begging. It was clear that the male was the most natural submissive, and that the re-programming had penetrated most deeply for him. He worked himself into a frenzy trying to obey and please, and Pell had to keep petting the boy just to reassure him that Pell knew he was trying his best.

Ivory whipped the bitch often. Beneath her brainwashed mind, the new slavegirl had a well of pride and rebellion that overtook her sometimes. She would stop briefly, puzzlement on her face, and once she even made as if to stand. The whip came crashing down on her back and she dropped back onto all-fours, with the words "bad puppy" ringing in her ears.

"Master. I think it's time we fed and watered them, then we can proceed to the next phase. Your decision, Master?"

"Good girl, Ivory. Yes, let's do that. You set out the things, then fetch me a chair and come kneel down in front of me - there's something I need you to take care of."

Ivory bustled around the grassy area, fetching a folding chair for Pell, then setting down metal bowls on the ground a few metres away and filling them with water and food. She clicked her fingers at the two pets-in-training and had them kneel in front of the food bowls. Their stomachs growled and their throats were parched, but Ivory made them wait a while.

"All right, pets, this is how you eat and drink, on the floor, with your tongues and mouths only, like the animals you are today. Master has other requirements for me, but you can start now. Any attempt to use your paws to help will be spotted by the ship AI, and you will get shocks as punishments. I shall whip you for it, too, but later. Master, I am ready."

Pell nodded to the girl and had her kneel in front of him, with her back to the pets. He unzipped his trousers and his cock sprang forth, so that beautiful, elegant Ivory could take it in her mouth and worship her Master. He luxuriated in the feeling. He was Master of this slavegirl, of these pets, and of this ship, alongside his wonderful wife who owned those things too. He was Master of all he needed.

The life of an interstellar trader could get boring, in fact it was supposed to get boring if you did the planning right. Pell, like most in his culture, used slaves to serve and entertain, to add some spice and interest to an otherwise humdrum existence. He looked down at Ivory and his mind flashed through memories of training and breaking her, and he sighed out his deep satisfaction.

Ivory knelt with Pell's cock in her mouth and focused on giving him pleasure. She remembered little of her former life as a free-human, and it did not trouble her any longer that Pell had frozen her age at eighteen-and-a-half, to keep her looking perfect. His was the only cock she had ever sucked, and she took pride in the way he kept her mouth all for himself. When he came a few minutes later, she swallowed down his cum and thanked him.

"Good girl, Ivory," said Pell, "now carry on training."

"Yes, Master! My pleasure Master!" she replied in a singsong way. "Pets, now you are finished eating, accompany me to the tree. first you, petgirl, as you're the one I think will struggle with this. Your health system is telling me that your bladder is pretty full, so cock up a leg and let's all see you piss against the trunk. Now, pet...

"...Pet, I said now. Shy? Hmmm? You have no right to be shy, just as you have no right to privacy. There are many cameras in your cell, girl, and Master and I have already seen you piss. THis is just more intimate - we'll all get to watch. I will count down from ten, and if you haven't started by the time I'm done, well, you'll regret it. Worse pain than you've all day, trust me.

"Ten...

"Nine..."

On the floor, the new slavegirl looked up at Ivory and Pell. she cast her glance over to her former husband and caught his worried look, which told her she was in trouble if she didn't comply. Her legs trembled and her hips kept trying to unlock themselves. Her mind, no longer her own, did its best to follow the order but wells of shame bubbled up and swamped her will.

"Eight...

"Seven..."

She knew she was in trouble. An effort made her leg lift a little from the ground and start to point to the tree.