The Traders' Slaves

"Good girl, give in, six...

"Five..."

Now the slavegirl's leg was almost horizontal and she had to shift her weight to stay in position. She fought shame and fear to try and release her bladder. No use.

"Four...

"Three...

"Two..."

A jet of piss streaked out from between her legs and spattered against the tree. She sighed in relief and let the flow continue, and she breathed through the shame while the cascade carried on. When she was done, she dropped her leg and looked up to Ivory for orders. The girl laughed and patted the pet's head, then ushered her to one side.

"Petboy, I don't expect we'll have the same trouble with you. Your constant semi is evidence enough that your little reprogrammed mind is enjoying itself no end, so just get next to the tree and piss on command. The man who owns your cock and balls will watch. There, there you go, good boy! Is there anything left in you that can disobey?"

Hours more training passed. Ivory and Pell had the pet-slaves run all around the field, off their leashes. Games of fetch, hide and seek, and playing dead were all used to teach the new slaves how to show themselves off and how to let go into a pet state of mind. Having lost one of her last pieces of dignity, the new slavegirl responded well. By the end of the day, she was almost as happy a puppy as her former husband.

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"So, Pell, you liked the new boy as a pet so much you actually brought him into our bedroom to sleep?"

"He'll be a good boy, I promise. I've silenced his vocal cords in any case."

"And did you remember to filter his hearing, my love?"

"Of course, my love, he can't understand a word we're saying right now. Can you, boy? See. Just an animal."

"You even let him cum! You never do that with new ones."

"He begged for it when I ordered him to, and I was convinced."

"You can't keep him this way, you know."

"I know, it's just for the night."

"He does look good on all-fours."

"Doesn't he just?" said Pell, nodding.

"And the girl?"

"Adequate but not a natural like the boy here. She could be trained into it, though, but her natural talents are more for a basic pleasure and service slave with some responsibility for the household. She's a classic housewife-slave, if you ask me."

"She could be just what we need."

"So could he. Between the two, what do you think?"

"We have a shot."

"We do. Shall we make love while the petmale watches?" said Pell.

"He can clean up afterwards."

Day 5

The next day Brawn and Ivory trained the two new slaves in the basics of domestic service, while Pell and Hera attended to some maintenance and a minor course correction. Slaves were not allowed on the bridge of the ship, so the four naked humans spent some time in each other's company.

Ivory made the slavegirl dress in a maid's uniform, minus the knickers, and had her scurry around the ship showing off her bottom and cleaning up. It was part of the power trip for Ivory when she got to show new slaves the ropes, and she wasted no second with the new slavegirl. Every moment was an opportunity to train, and to play power games. Ivory laughed her way through the day.

Brawn showed the slaveboy how to be a good waiter. They both donned a top-half only butler's uniform and practised serving food and drinks with grace and poise. For a large man, Brawn moved easily and with the gentlest of touches. He could make himself disappear into the background by standing perfectly still, radiating calm and readiness to serve.

Both new slaves studied the way their mentors worked. They learned that simply doing things like operating kitchen machinery, cleaning up, or cooking meals was not enough. Everything had to be done in the most aesthetic and subservient way possible, which meant making a show of how submissive the slave was, and putting the right parts of a slave's body on display at all times.

To help with that, Brawn and Ivory passed some time by dressing the slaves up in some new outfits and teaching them how to move in those clothes. Ivory ordered the slaveboy into a maid's outfit and whipped his arse as he tottered about. Every time he fell, she set about him with a crop and forced him to try again.

The slaveboy had never considered the possibility of feminisation. As he moved around, a battle took place between the reprogramming in his mind and his intense shame at being made to put on a dress, corset and heels. He tried to please his controllers by wiggling his hips and curtseying like they told him to, but he blushed, cried and shook while they trained him.

Ivory pushed him through the barrier. She cajoled him then complimented him, whipped him then seduced him. She helped him see that his beauty was not limited to the male but extended to the female as well, and that he could find a way to enjoy the experience if he let go. Breathe in and out, she told him, let it all go. Nothing for you there in those shameful thoughts. Make a choice to let it all go.

With that done, Brawn and Ivory tried the new slavegirl in the butler's uniform. They adjusted the fit so that it hugged her curves tightly, and admired the way it suited her. Right off the bat, she filled the room with a certain kind of presence, an authoritative stance mixed with just the right amount of submissive readiness mixed in.

Next, they tried the new slaves in some figure-hugging smart-rubber bodysuits and experimented with different colours. Both had come from the same nation on Earth as the new slaves, and Ivory and Brawn knew that the bodysuits were especially sexualising. They taught the new slaves to pose in the suits and they tried different colours out on the new ones, finding that pink really brought out the boy and girls' playful sides.

The suits covered the slaves from their feet up to their necks. High-tech fabric flowed and weaved itself around the new slave's fingers and toes, leaving only their heads exposed. For the male, the material tightly hugged his cock cage and left the bulge on show, while for the female the material picked out her nipples and emulated their shape. Both of them felt naked and not naked at the same, just as had been intended.

Pell and Hera came back into the ship's living quarters at that moment. They made a beeline for the new slaves and ran their hands over the smooth, shiny fabric that encased the new slaves' bodies. Hera used the suits' smart controls to smooth out their bodies a little, nipping and tucking until she had them with just the right lines. Pell nodded agreement: perfect.

"Slaveboy," said Pell, "come here and present yourself to me. Your caged cock is on display even through this fetching pink number you're wearing, and see, I can even squeeze your balls through it too. The material flexes to my touch, at my will. Just like you.

"Slavegirl, come here too. Your breasts feel delectable through this. And your cunt is nice and smooth, not a line in sight, but you can still feel Master's fingers rub it up and down, almost as if I were really touching you. Tell me, slaveboy, this wife of yours, how does your poor enslaved mind feel when you see me groping her?"

"Master, I- I- I- I-..."

"Tell me, boy."

"I feel happy that you are enjoying your property, I feel that it is your right to use this woman as you wish ... and ... I ..."

"Go on, I order complete honesty."

"And I wish that I could touch her too, Master, and that you would touch me and use me and fuck me and-"

"Silence. Both of you, on your knees. Now, unzip my fly, and take turns blowing me."

Their knees hit the ground with a thud and the slaveboy watched his former wife unzip his Master. He saw in her eyes a look of naked hunger, and he watched in fascination as she slid the erect cock into her mouth and heard her moans of satisfaction. She debased herself and wasted no time, quickly working up speed and drawing grunts of appreciation from Master.

"Switch," he said a while later.

In a flash, the slaveboy had taken his Master's cock inside his mouth and was enthusiastically fellating him. He realised he had been jealous - not of another man using his wife like that, but of his wife getting to go first. There was nothing he wanted in his mouth more, except perhaps Mistress's clit, which was at that moment being tended to by Brawn. In fact, the new slaveboy was surprised at how fierce his desire was.

The slaveboy knew he was beaten and he didn't care. To his newly altered mind, Master-cock was at the centre of his world, and he felt a deep longing to get as much of it as possible. There he was, then, a slaveboy in a pink catsuit, his hairless cock and balls caged up, and he knew he could be nowhere else. He knew the suit was there to impress on him his new status, but he had no need of the lesson. Maybe, he thought, pink suited him.

Pell had them switch roles a few times and gave them words of encouragement. He found them both quite eager to follow his orders and he was surprised to see the male looking up at him with those big innocent eyes quite so earnestly. Pell had imagined it would take the boy a few more days to break fully, but here was a previously straight human worshipping another male like his life depended on it.

"I'm - ugh - nearly there - slaveboy - when I say to come off, you will take my cock out of your mouth and - unf - hold it with your hand pointing at your face.

...

Oh!

... Come off!"

Cum spattered the slaveboy's face and ran down his cheek. More spasms came, some landing on his face and some in his open mouth. The slaveboy watched his Master's cock jerk and twitch, and the cum kept on landing on the slaveboy's face and coating it. Pell's orgasm was powerful and the slaveboy felt the force of each impact, until finally Pell was done.

"Good boy. You will kneel here an hour with my cum on your face and think about your new life. Slavegirl, lie on the floor on your back. Your suit will open so you have access to your clit - bring yourself off while we watch."

"Y- y- y- yes, Master."

A few minutes of the show passed, but Pell could see that the slavegirl's movements were faltering. Her former husband just sat there obediently, but the slavegirl was not displaying the same level of compliance. Pell watched a little more to be sure, and he clearly saw her slow down and falter; he even saw her eyes flit around the room. Perhaps seeking an escape?

"Ship, bondage drones to me," said Pell, "restrain the female."

A swarm of drones locked on to the slavegirl's limbs and pulled her into a star shape, held fast against the floor. Pell waited for Hera to finish up her orgasm on Brawn's tongue, then beckoned her over and indicated the slavegirl. He related to her in worried tones about the girl's lack of enthusiasm and asked Hera what she thought.

"She's strong-willed, much more so than the boy. It's probably the reversion, but it's early."

"Back in the machine with her?"

"No, I think not. She has a dominant side towards other slaves, it's something she really desires. Let's lock her and the boy in the cell together, tell her to domme him any way she wants, then tomorrow when those new desires are bedded in, she can have another blast. It's the most effective way."

"Not just the most amusing for you to watch on camera, my love?"

"That too, Pell, that too."

Hera's instincts were right. When locked in the cell with the slaveboy and some toys, the slavegirl wasted no time making her former husband satisfy her dominant cravings. Hera watched in fascination as the slavegirl took the boy in the arse with an enormous strapon, while simultaneously whipping his back with a shock-flogger and making him scream.

While Hera observed, she saw the slavegirl beat her former husband until he cried, sit on his face until he almost suffocated, whip his balls while laughing, and play a game where she made the boy start and stop masturbating to her command. The pained look on the boy's face was tinged with something else - reverie, thought Hera - and he never once asked his former wife to stop.

Hera stayed up late and let the slaves play on together while she watched over them. The slavegirl eventually let the slaveboy cum, on her feet, from which she had him lick up every drop. Then she kept him kneeling on the floor while he licked and kissed every inch of her body that he could reach, before she had him give her one final orgasm with her tongue. The slavegirl even ordered him to sleep on the floor.

It was a shame, thought Hera, that they would have to knock a little of that dominance out of the girl for a while with another round of brainwashing. The male was beyond the point where he could possibly rebel, and had become a pliable, attractive slave that anyone would be pleased to own. but the girl, well, she needed just a little more treatment, and the next day would give it to her. Hera went to sleep dreaming of ways to keep the slaveboy busy.

Day 6

The next day saw the slavegirl chained up in the brainwashing room while her mind was bombarded with a customised programme that aimed to tear down her final defences while leaving her valuable dominant side intact. Hera and Pell had agreed that they would take a risk on her and not remove those instincts - the girl would be far more fun that way, if the new programme worked.

Pell spent the day checking the ship over in advance of planetfall, which would come the day after. He needed to know that everything was 100% perfect for the final part of their high-risk trade run, and he wished to leave nothing to chance. It was a one-man job, so hHe left Hera to her own devices, and she left Brawn and Ivory to play together and took the new slaveboy into her bed-chamber for some privacy.

"Boy," said Hera, "I saw the way you worshipped the slavegirl yesterday, and I desire a similar performance. Similar, but better, boy. She was merely your wife, whereas I am your Mistress and owner, which is a far more important bond, isn't it?"

"Oh yes, Mistress. I am yours, Mistress."

"Quite, boy. You may consider today a reward for the servile depths that your poor little mind has broken to. If you are very good, I may even let you cum."

"Thank you, Mistress!"

"Now, come here and climb up on the bed, and start worshipping me."

He began at the bottom, by licking the soles of Mistress's feet and sucking on her divine toes. Her skin had a different texture from a human's, smoother with a richer taste. He savoured it and took his time there, until he was sure that she had had enough foot worship and moved onto her legs. Her calves were exquisite, shapely things and she had thighs to match. Every kiss he planted was electric, every caress tender and reverent.

She was alien but serving her was not. He saw her body as divine, and he as the most lucky supplicant in the galaxy. His tongue arced over her thighs and traced out circles and lines there, and her answering sighs brought him a great feeling of warmth all through himself. Worshipping her, he quite forgot about his former wife in the brainwashing chamber.

"Belly next, boy, then work your way up," said Hera.

"Yes, Mistress," was his simple reply.

He wanted her cunt to smother his face and to plant his cheeks between hers, but he knew better than to question the orders of She who owned him. Giving her exquisite belly the attention it deserved took up his attention instead: he planted kisses there and traced his fingernails all over it while Mistress whimpered and groaned.

She turned over on the bed and had him worship her back for a while, then she made him worship her armpits just for the humiliation of it. While he licked, she narrated to him how he was nothing but a slave who would gladly lick sweat from a woman's armpits if so ordered, how she could see his cock twitch in its cage at the sheer stimulation that came from serving her so.

He knew she was right, and when she finally had him suck on her tits he felt a connection to her that he had never known before, just like when he took Master's cock in his mouth. Her nipples were hard and erect, and he loved the feel of their tiny bumped surface on his tongue. When he sucked on them, she grasped his head and pulled him in tight, filling his mouth with her tit, then doing the same with the other.

"No more play, darling, lick my arse and use some fingers to make me cum."

Mistress lay on her front and the slaveboy had to work to get access, straining himself into just the right position for her. So much better, he knew, that he should make the effort and leave her to relax. His tongue flicked out across her arse and a shiver ran through him when she groaned. His trembling fingers snaked under her and found her clit; when she gasped, so did he.

"Good boy, lick me like it's the last time you'll ever be allowed. Relish the opportunity, boy. Really lick me with passion. Oh! Yes! Oh!"

He let go his self-control and poured all his emotions into his tongue. A compulsion held him there, his face pressed deep into her buttocks and his tongue making fast, hard strokes up and down her arsehole. With his fingers he played with her clit and with his mouth he showed her how far he would willingly debase himself for her.

The first of her orgasms that day came with the slaveboy still buried in her backside. The second, she had from his tongue on her clit, and the third she took from his tongue again, but this time she sat atop his face. After a bite to eat and a rest, she donned her stim-strapon and fucked the panting, moaning slaveboy until she came a fourth and fifth time.

Hera amused herself for a while by taking the boy across her knee and spanking him, but she quickly realised it was not what she wanted from him. He returned to the floor and she had him work through a full worship regime over and over, each time culminating in her achieving a climax and him going without, until finally, she decided he had earned it.

"Come up on the bed, honey, you'll cum with my strapon cock deep inside you."

In a few fluid movements, Hera had the slaveboy on his back, his hands tied to the bedposts, and his legs split wide. She sent a neural command to have the boy's implants lube him up, then she donned her stim-strapon and set it to maximum power. She intended to blow the boy's mind and to make him cum harder and stronger than he had ever before.

Hera wasted no time. She rammed her cock inside the slave and made him sing and squeal at the sudden intensity of it. Hera laughed when he shuddered and writhed, and she started to fuck him hard and fast. The bed went hard and resisted her, so that the boy was made to feel every stroke. Maximum penetration, maximum sensation.

His mind fizzed. Hera naked was a sight to behold, but Hera naked and fucking him was heavenly. Heartbeats thudded inside his chest and his arse ached from the pounding that Hera delivered. The slaveboy panted and moaned, which he could see only drove Hera on. Stim-pulses raced into his prostate, and Hera took his cock in her hand.

The slaveboy felt Hera's strong fingers wrap around his shaft, then he groaned as she started to rub up and down him. He saw her get her balance and she renewed the strapon's assault on his backside. At her mercy, he could do nothing save breathe deep and try to prolong the pleasure, while accepting that he had no say in anything that was happening. No say at all.

A few minutes later, he came hard, in great spurts that shot onto Hera's chest and spattered against her skin. She kept jacking him off, with the strapon embedded deep inside him, stim-pulses raging. He kept on cumming over her and saw how delighted she was to give him such a powerful climax. Her wild look only made him cum more.

Hera kept her strapon inside him and lay down on top of the slaveboy. "There, slave, that was a proper fucking for a properly broken slaveboy. You feel how I'm still inside you, still filling you up, still taking you like you're my plaything? Mmm-hmmm. I re-shaped your mind and made you a proper little cock-slut, slaveboy. A boy-bitch in heat, always needing to be serviced. Now, I'm going to untie you and you're going to lick your mess off my body, then I'm teaching you how to dance."