The Traders' Slaves

Before that week of slavery, he had never tasted his own cum before, but now he grew familiar with the way if felt on his tongue and in his mouth. He was being taught to associate that taste with a reward - a way of showing him that he'd be responsible for any mess he made from now on. Being familiar didn't mean he liked it, but he barely twitched as he cleaned the woman's body. His mind was hers.

"Do you know how to dance, slaveboy?" asked Hera.

"Not in the way you mean, Mistress."

"No, didn't think so. Such a backward world you're from, don't they teach men erotic dance?"

"Not many, Mistress,"

"A shame. Still, you'll flaunt yourself for me, won't you?"

"Oh yes, Mistress, of course, Mistress, I will," he babbled.

"Good boy. Vocal cords: silent mode. Cock cage: engage. There, that's got you ready now, so go and stand in the corner of the room, where I'm pointing, then put your hands on your hips, legs shoulder-width apart.

"Ship, play the erotica dance playlist. Now, slave, move your hips in time to the beat. No, not like that, smooth motions side to side. Better. Throw them around a bit. Are you blushing? Because your cock is bouncing around in a cage while the person who owns it makes you dance like a little slut? Good, blushing boys are more valuable.

"Now, try a twirl, slowly so that I can see your body moving. Such a nice body, you have, it's a real pleasure to look at it and know it's mine. You get the idea quite well, slave, you seem to understand that you need to both debase yourself and seduce me at the same time. Bravo. Now, lean forward and flick your head from side to side. That's it, now turn and do it facing away from me. Excellent!"

Hera loved to see the boy blush and she pushed him hard to learn all the moves she thought he could handle in one day. When his energy flagged, she revived him with food, drink and stimulants, and when those stopped working she used her whip instead. She delighted in making him do the sluttiest dance moves she could think up.

After a time she showed him a video from her private collection, of the dancing slaveboys on a planet she and Pell sometimes visited to unwind. She made the slaveboy copy some of the moves, and she had him study closely how the slaveboys interacted. When she thought he had the basics down, she summoned Brawn to help him practise.

"Boys, get right up close, so your cock-cages are touching. Now, dance and make out for me. Begin! Brawn, show him a thing or two."

Hera lay splayed out on the bed, her finger on her clit, watching as the performance unfolded. It wasn't long before Brawn and the slaveboy were locked in a close embrace, gyrating against each other and kissing for Hera's amusement. She saw how their cocks jerked and twitched in the cages they both wore, but she would not release them - the tension they felt was part of the performance.

Her fingers quickened the pace as the boys got more and more intimate. Despite his blushes, the new slave couldn't help but obey the order to the best of his ability. He let Brawn flip him around and dagger him, then he turned back to face the muscled slave and worked his way up and down. Their hips moved to the beat as the new slaveboy planted kisses all up Brawn's body.

Gasps escaped Hera's lips as she pleasured herself. Her chest heaved and she bit her lower lip, but she could not push away the climax that suddenly rushed over her. As she watched the boys continue their intimate dance, she sailed into the best climax she had had in weeks and she knew it was all down to the new boy. He was utterly broken and she had been there to witness it. Bliss.

Later that evening, Pell released the new slavegirl from the brainwashing chamber and led her through the ship's big living area into the dining compartment. There, Pell had her kneel on the floor with her legs spread while he and Hera ate a meal. They made the two slaves wait patiently while they chatted of this and that, until finally the meal was cleared. Pell and Hera sat at the dining table and looked down at the two slaves.

"Tell me, slavegirl, to whom do you belong?"

"To you and to Master, Mistress," she replied instantly.

"Good. Now, slavegirl, last time you were given a certain order you hesitated. So, masturbate for us and make sure to put on a show."

"Yes, Mistress!" she replied eagerly.

On the floor, the slavegirl licked a finger, making eye contact with both her owners as her finger popped out of her mouth. She used one hand to play with her breasts while the other went down to her clit and started its work. The slavegirl panted in a way her former husband had never heard before, and she opened her kneeling legs as wide as they could go.

After the day's reprogramming, she thought this was just the release she needed and she felt so grategul to her owners for giving it to her. After all, they did own her pussy and it was theirs to do with as they pleased. It was absurd to her that she had ever resisted this when it felt so good.

She could see they were enjoying the show, but she thought that she could take it up a notch. "Master, Mistress, please may I lie down on my back?" They gave their assent. The slavegirl sprawled out on the floor and thrust her legs in the air. She could really relax into it in that position, and she showed them how deep her lust for them now went. Wriggling, moaning, and always fingering herself, she gave maximum exposure and maximum entertainment.

When she came a few minutes later, she eked out as much climax as she could find in her body, emphasising every pulse for her owners' enjoyment. Finally, she got back up and returned to the kneeling position, then she smiled sweetly at the two people who controlled her. Warmth filled every part of her. To be owned was sweetness itself.

"I don't know about you, Pell, but I think these two are finished. Don't you agree?" said Hera.

"I surely do, my love, I surely do. Slaves, get as much food as you need for the rest of the day then return to your cell together. You may make love three times, in whatever way you choose - otherwise you will review your slave training materials and brush up on slave etiquette. Tomorrow we make planetfall - be in bed by 10pm ship's time."

"Yes, Master!" they chorused together.

Day 7

A dropship took them to the planet's surface. Pell and Hera took all their slaves with them - Brawn and Ivory for company and service, and the two new slaves for a quite different purpose. Pell sweated in spite of the cool climate the dropship maintained, and Hera fidgeted around and kept fussing with her dress.

After passing through a dusty and little-used starport, the six of them rode a bullet train through farmlands and hills. They passed a scattering of small, high-tech towns and finally entered the centre of the planet's one and only city. Through the windows they could see evidence of the planet's growing success, with many slaves labouring happily here and for their owners.

Hera negotiated her way through a series of checkpoints that led them inside the Governor's tower, right in the centre of the city. Once there, they were made to wait a while in a sumptuous waiting room, where feminised human slaveboys bustled around providing maid service. They all had big smiles plastered across their faces, cherry red lips showing genuine pleasure at being of use.

It took quite some time for them to be called in. Hera and Pell shared anxious glances and tapped their feet. Hera upbraided Ivory over some imagined infraction, then spanked her to tears for it in front of everyone. Pell meanwhile had Brawn come over and rub his shoulders, relaxing into the slaveboy's warm hands. The two new slaves simply knelt patiently on the floor, on display, on pause.

"The governor will see you now. You have five minutes," came the announcement from a speaker.

"Slaves, on your feet, let's go."

A few more plush corridors brought them through into a huge opulent room where the female governor and her retinue lounged on sofas and chairs while an entirely human slave-staff bustled around, entertaining and serving. The governor and her fellow blue-skinned aliens had all manner of slaves: pets, maids, muscle slaves, two wrestlers, a bevy of pleasure slaves and a couple of pain-slaves chained up on one wall.

Pell and Hera moved to a spot in front of the governor's throne and bowed to her. She was accompanied by an alien male who looked a lot like her, but younger, and he beamed at the sight of the two new humans who trailed in after her. Together with the younger male alien were another male and a female, all of them looking round eagerly and attentively at the proceedings.

"Esteemed governor," said Pell, "we bring a trade-ship full of goods to help your new world grow and prosper, and in accordance with your customs we bring a special gift for you in the hope that we may trade with you without delay. New slaves, come forward and take up standing display positions.

"Governor, I present to you two new slaves that were captured from Earth just one week ago. Their basic training and reprogramming is already complete, and as you can see each has broken to control. The male is both feminisable and masculinisable and would perform excellently as a pet, while the female has a dominant streak that could be most amusing. Would you care to inspect the gift?"

"If I must," replied the governor, standing.

Both slaves stood in shock as the alien woman sauntered over to them and then poked and prodded at their bodies. They had shown complete devotion to their owners in the way only true slaves could, and now they were to be given away as a sweetener to help along a trade deal.

It hit them both at the same time that this was what it meant to truly be a slave. Not just one owner, but any owner. Not just one couple to learn to serve, but anyone and everyone they met who didn't wear a collar. They trembled a little under the governor's touch, but each was held fast by their reprogrammed minds. Their Master had told them to present, so that was what they must do.

The inspection did not go well. The governor tutted and muttered as she felt up the new slaves and she shook her head when she looked at their backsides and at their genitals. It was the governor's son who seemed most interested. He caught the new slaveboy's eye and sent him a look of passion and desire that was quite unmistakable. He made to rise but the governor began to speak.

"No, I have enough like this, I don't want them. You'll have to wait a week for your trade permit like everyone else, Pell, unless you brought something else to offer me. You may enjoy my hospitality in a waiting room while you ponder," she stated, then waved them away.

Minutes later, Hera and Pell sat in the waiting room pacing and debating about what to do.

"We're in trouble," said Hera, "some of those goods won't keep another week and you know it. If we hadn't wasted the time on a detour to Earth we'd still have come out ahead."

"Not offering a gift at all wouldn't have gone down well, my love, they would have made us wait two weeks just to make a point. What do we do?"

"We said we'd never consider it offering them Brawn or Ivory. That still holds."

"Indeed, my love, indeed. I'd rather lose money on a trip than trade away property as dear to me as that. No, we need another solution. Let's think."

The new slaveboy thought he could see a way out. He shook a little as he fought an internal battle. He did not want to leave Pell and Hera, his Master and Mistress, so soon, but some part of him knew that owners were interchangeable. He did not want his wife and his own self to be owned by an alien boy who was barely an adult, but then, they were slaves. They had to be owned by someone.

Having not been invited to speak, the slaveboy had another battle to win. He had to assert himself in a way that was also completely servile and completely for his owners' gain. This meant he had to carefully think through the phrasing of his suggestion even while fighting off the impulses he had not to make it at all, to keep his new life for just a little while longer.

"Mas..." he stammered and stopped.

Pell and Hera didn't even hear him.

"Mistr..." again the slaveboy could not get the words out.

"M..." he tried.

He did not have the right mindset. He looked deep down inside himself and asked himself what he truly now was: the property of Pell and Hera specifically, a slave more generally, or a living thinking and feeling being who also desperately wanted to submit cleverly and to the best of his abilities. In that moment he knew, even if he was regarded as little more than a possession.

"Master, Mistress, may I humbly beg for the opportunity to make a suggestion?" he asked.

"Shut up, slave," said Pell.

"No," said Hera, "let's let him speak. I want to hear this."

"Fine. Speak."

"Master, Mistress, the governor's son showed a great interest in me especially, but also in the slavegirl. Perhaps he would like us as a gift?"

"That's an idea," said Hera.

"By the gods that just might work. Worth a shot. Good boy!"

"Thank you, Master."

It took another hour for them to be called back. The governor smiled indulgently when Pell and Hera offered the slaves to her son instead, and the powerful woman waved her son over to inspect the goods for himself. He brought with him the two aliens who were sat with him, who were his new husband and wife, a marriage of love that was still seeking the right slaves to complete its household.

"Come feel the male's cock and balls," said the son, "they're so wonderfully squeezable, it's like they were just made for this purpose. I love human male genitalia, it's so vulnerable and exposed. Oh, slaveboy, you and I could have such fun."

"It is a nice cock," said the alien son's husband, "and I especially like his backside. Very fuckable. I almost want to spitroast him right here."

"No!" yelled the governor from across the room, laughing.

"Just so, governor," replied her son's husband.

"The girl is delectable," said the son's wife, "though I'd want to tighten up her pussy and give her bigger breasts and hips. A real high-femme job, make her a simpering lady's maid for me. She could use that dominant side to keep the rest of the slave-staff in line. I want her!"

The governor's son spoke again. "I want the boy too, but only if he demonstrates another skill. Boy, kneel and go into pet-mode. Show us all here that you're not too proud to serve well as my puppy, which will be required. Frequently."

The new slaveboy dropped to the floor and barked. He let his tongue loll out of his mouth, opened his eyes wide and then scampered around making the whole court laugh at the spectacle he made. He rolled over onto his back in front of the three married aliens and made his cock and balls bounce around for their amusement, then he sprang back to all-fours and begged to them.

"Perfect, good boy. You'll be my pet half the time and the other half we might let you talk and serve on two legs. It remains to be seen. I think you might make a fine pony as well, but remain in pet-mode for now. Aim to be an eager, horny puppy, and you won't go far wrong for me. Mother, we want them. Can we have them in exchange for an expedited permit?"

"Hmmmm. What for?"

"One marker, from my family to yours," said the son's husband

"And one from mine, to the value of one slave," said the wife.

"And that, my family, is how deals are done. Sold," said the governor.

Control implants and records were transferred right there in the governor's opulent throne room, and the new slaves became the property of three young aliens with a bright future ahead of them. The slaveboy received the name Hop, while the slavegirl was named Desire, and they were ordered to forget any name they used to have. These were going to suit them so much better.

A pair of maid-males tottered in on high heels and brought in new clothes for the slaves. The male was made to kneel up so his hands could be mitted, rendering them into paws. Around his torso went a leather harness that held him snugly, and into his arse went a tail-plug that completed his look. A long leash trailed from his neck to the hand of the governor's son; when Hop's cock was released from chastity, it sprang up instantly, making him blush.

A tight red PVC minidress was squeezed onto the slavegirl Desire's body. Its short skirt left her pussy on show, and it forced her cleavage up and forward in a way that was most pleasing to her owners. She was put into high heels that showed off her calves and thighs to great effect, then led away without a leash.

Pell and Hera exited quietly and got busy calling down the goods from their ship. The trip had been a success, and that night they would celebrate by staying on planet and hiring slaves for a special celebration that would centre on Pell and Hera's pleasure. A few more truly successful trips like that, they knew, and it would be time to expand. Neither of them really thought about the slaveboy and slavegirl they had given away, for traders do not get attached to their goods.