Vera's Tale

"Very good, Blondie!" enthused my Master. In the future I will expect you to audibly thank me every time I bless you with my come.

Overwhelmed in so many ways I was able to emit a faint, "Thank you, Master." before he helped me to my feet. We progressed over to the bed where I expected to be battered and abused. My Master proved that he was full of surprises, however. Once I was under the covers, my body fully veiled for the first time in days, my Master began kissing me all over my body, gently and passionately. His tongue on my nearly naked sex was a complete and utter surprise. I had adored my Kent's cunnilingus skills but Kellen was obviously far more experienced and talented. The last thing I wanted was my body betraying me.

Amazingly, I held it together until my Master entered my pussy. Never had I been so filled. Never had the rhythm of the organ sliding in an out of me been so persistent and steady. Wishing I was anywhere or anyone else, I heard myself panting and moaning. I pushed my mouth against the shoulder of the stranger above me to prevent myself from screaming out loud. I came with a shudder as his organ emptied itself deep inside me. Feeling like the world's greatest traitor I turned over once he exited me and cried loud and hard into the pillows.

My Master ran his hand gently along my back. "There is no shame in receiving pleasure, Blondie. It must be a bit staggering to have sex with a real man for the first time. Everyone knows the last real man left earth with the final Stag Warrior. One day we shall return and avenge our defeat. When that day comes, the women of earth will spread their legs and welcome their masters with the same passion you just showed. Now thank me. I want to see how good your cooking is and then I am going to take that fantastic ass of yours."

A titanic rage building in me, I spat out a thanks and wept again. In the kitchen I tried to make a good meal for both of us. For one thing I was famished for another thing I feared punishment for not doing a good job. To my utter shock the meat in his refrigerator all had bones in it. I had never encountered meat that was not synthetic before. "These people really are barbarians." I thought to myself. I hoped that I could cook real meat as well as the synthetic kind. I grilled some chops and made a rice side dish that had always made Kent happy. I doubled the portions when my Master informed me as to how much he normally ate. The kitchen was thoroughly modern in most respects, if about two decades behind what I was familiar with on earth. With trepidation, I set a place for both of us at the table and set out the meal. My Master promptly moved my plate next to his, pulled me onto his lap and instructed me to eat.

I was relieved at his broad smile and praise for my food. Truth be told Kent did most of the cooking. I was good at a limited menu, my husband can cook virtually anything. "Not bad, Blondie." said my Master. You can leave the dishes for tomorrow. I want a shot at that luscious ass of yours as soon as we are finished eating."

With that, one of his hands gently patted my bottom. Eating this way was far more intimate than I expected. I had no choice but to lean against my Master's broad chest. It was comforting somehow. I watched his strong arms work, surprised that he ate like a highly civilized man. Between bites he talked to me in a soft voice.

"I have a harsh reputation around town. Much of that comes from my experience in the militia. I am a captain. You have to be exceptionally tough to climb the ranks of the Stag Warrior army. 'How tough is he?' you might ask yourself. Well, every officer starts out as a private and battles for every subsequent rank. There is no such thing as an 'armchair general' in our military. I could still be called to active duty if circumstances required it. As for slaves, I have owned several. They could not meet my high standards, but I can already tell that you are a bit different. Earth girls are said to be intelligent. They must be, one of them actually defeated us. Don't over think things and you should do well, Blondie. You are by far the most beautiful slave I have ever seen, let alone owned."

I cleared my plate, as did my Master. He led me to a bathroom where I relieved myself and washed my hands and face. There was an extra toothbrush. He had me use it and then it was back to his bedroom.

"I am going to take your ass in a bit, Blondie but first, I must demonstrate my power to you."

Before I knew what was happening my hands were lashed together and I was balancing on my tiptoes from a hook in the ceiling.

"This is the lash." said my Master nonchalantly. Then he struck me three quick times across my back and legs I screamed with pain and begged for mercy.

Through my tears I saw my Master reach for my hands. I hoped he was going to release me instead he slid an object over my left thumb and began turning a key at the top. The pain was sudden and diabolical.

"That is a thumbscrew. If I keep turning, your thumb will be crushed and amputated."

"Please Master, have Mercy!"

All at once the pain vanished. I sobbed tears of relief.

"I really did not want to do that, Blondie but you MUST understand what you are up against. You are my slave for forever if I choose. Your can either spend forever in pain or in smiling, happy service. Escape is not possible. You will never see earth again so your only option is to settle in and be the best slave you can possibly be.

He released my wrists. I was unsteady for a moment. I gazed into my master's large brown eyes as he said.

"I take it, Blondie, that the lesson was learned?"

"Yes, Master." I replied, chilled to the bone. In a very short time I had seen both sides of Kellen Schwartz. There could only be one option for myself, keeping this man happy at all costs.

He led me to the unmade bed and had me get on my hands and knees. I thought it impossible for my tiny asshole to dilate enough to accommodate his massive cock. Yet, persistence, slowness, and gentleness won the day and I felt every centimeter of his manhood inside me. Gently, almost delicately he pumped away. Under his insistent manhood, my body fully relaxed. I screamed Kent's name as I came and then collapsed in a heap as my Master's spunk gently seeped from my body.

"In the future, you will scream 'Master' or you WILL be disciplined."

My Master raised the shade over the bed and the unfamiliar stars of the Cygnus Five sky twinkled. I realized that the first day of the rest of my life had just come and gone. As if reading my thoughts, the man who now called me his property said.

"You have had a very long and trying day. To prove to you that I am not a tyrant, I suggest we prepare for bed and get some sleep. You can leave the dishes for tomorrow."

He supervised my bathroom visit and then cast a stern look upon me. "It is fully in my right to cage you tonight and every night I feel that you merit it. However, I suspect that you want nothing more than to sleep. I will let you share my bed wearing a pair of comfortable, but attached gloves to keep ideas like strangling me in my sleep, from entering your mind. You must know that the bedroom door locks by a keypad and I alone know the combination. If you decide one day, to try something foolish, such as attempting to stab me. I can easily over power you. If you do succeed in killing me your life becomes infinitely worse. The punishment for a slave who kills her master is three full days and nights of ravagement followed by being publicly drawn and quartered."

Suitably chastened, I made no protest as he slid on the fur lined leather gloves, separated by a thin webbing. He tucked me in and I soon found a way to lie comfortably without the gloves getting in the way. My Master slid into bed next to me, wrapped himself about me. He is warm, I will say that. No doubt due to the many stresses of the day I was soon fast asleep. That first night I had a dream in which I was a butterfly caught in a spider's web. The huge red eyes of the spider bore down on me and I awoke screaming. Kellen, shushed me, held me tighter and whispered softly in my ear to go back to sleep. After that I didn't dream anything.

My first full day as a slave dawned clear and bright. At my Master's urging, I began the day by performing fellatio upon him. Later, I admired the green meadows from the windows of the house as I tried to lose myself in the various jobs my Master assigned me.

Breakfast was a bit of an adventure. The eggs came out okay but I burned the bacon three successive times. Real bacon apparently comes from an animal called a hog. It cooks nothing like the synthetic bacon made of soy that I was raised with. My cooking failures brought down my first spanking. It was the first time in my life anyone had ever struck me. I had never witnessed violence outside of Lenny's mixed martial arts fights in college. Kent would rather have taken his life than strike me. The pain was more than physical. After the initial sting, the intensity of the pain faded. I detested being abused this way. On the other hand it certainly seemed to focus my mind.

I then busied myself with the cleaning. When I asked my Master why he did not have any cleaning robots he stared at me like I was five years old and responded evenly and logically, "That is what slaves are for." Ask a stupid question... The cleaning itself was not overly onerous. The house was already fairly neat. There were all the tools I needed to maintain that order. There was a vacuum cleaner, mops, rags, soap and wax. On earth that was all the function of one robot. At least the cleaning kept my mind off of other things. I absently tugged at my collar. It amazed how rapidly I had ceased noticing its presence. I was still naked. The small apron I was permitted to wear while cooking could not be worn at any other time. I realized that clothing would just get in the way and would be just more things to clean.

My Master's laundry room was another matter entirely. His stale clothes reeked like nothing I had ever previously encountered. The washer and dryer were modern. It must have been a while since my Master had owned a slave, there were at least three weeks worth of clothes spilling out of a hamper next to the washing machine. My master caught my thoughts as I surveyed the room.

"I WILL clean my house so as not to have to live in my own filth, but my first duty in the army was laundry detail and I vowed that I would never do anybody's laundry again, including my own."

After I absorbed that information, he lightened the mood by saying,

"It's a good thing you came along when you did Blondie, I was just about out of clothes."

For the first time I smiled in his presence.

"Wow!"

"Wow what?" I asked

"That smile. Wow. Do it again!"

I tried forcing a smile upon my lips but my Master told me to stop.

"You can't force it, Blondie, Don't worry, your smile will return in time."

Between sessions with the mop and visits to the washer and dryer, My Master took me often. With time I have lost track of the actual numbers but I think that first day he took me six times. His job seemed so boring. He sat at the computer and monitored his farm. The cows wore minding collars and were led by the computer through their various routines for the day. A fleet of robots and drones policed up the waste, located breaks in the fencing and even monitored the moisture of the soil. The dairy was similarly automated. My Master sold various cheeses and some ice cream. We never ran out of that stuff.

My second full day as a slave passed very similarly to the first, only with less cleaning and more fucking. Kellen Schwartz really knows how to use the equipment he is blessed with. While my body increasingly relaxed under his touch, I tried to force my mind to rebel. I clung to memories of Kent. In quiet moments I replayed all of our good times together. At some level I understood that this approach was counter productive but I wasn't yet ready to give up and become a mindless automaton. To my consternation, the more I tried to pull away from him the kinder and more gentle he became. My Master did not see me as a mindless robot. We talked a great deal about a variety of subjects. He adored my intelligence and showed me electronic books that he thought I would enjoy. Sensing a weakness, he asked me what baby names I favored. To my utter disgust, almost immediately I forgot the feel of Kent's cock in my hand and mouth. More and more I felt like the trapped butterfly from my dream. Kellen Schwartz was not a red eyed,looming spider, he was something worse.

Our first serious conflict came the third day of my captivity. My master decided to pierce my nipples. I most assuredly did not want this modification. When I raised my objections my Master was not moved.

"My treasure should show the world how treasured she is. Only highly prized slaves are pierced."

That broke the dam and I let fly with everything. I yelled at him, spat at him and insulted him every which way. I proclaimed my independence and shouted that I was the property of no man. A firm slap across my face silenced me. My master folded his arms across his chest an glowered.

"You are a slave. I call you Blondie, but legally you have no name. If I like I can sell you or give you away. I could take you to the city and make you turn tricks from midnight to dawn. I can maim or kill you with little consequence. In the eyes of Cygnus Five you are only a step above livestock. Life with me is a picnic compared to dwelling under the real hard asses I could sell you to. You own nothing, not even the skin of your own body. They are NOT your nipples, they are MY nipples. Now before I get violent, calm down and submit."

His statement of my reality hit my like a knife to the gut. My protestations had achieved absolutely nothing. A short time later I was on the frame in the bedroom, my arms and legs spread with another strap circling my waist. I wore a scowl but felt no pain due to a local anesthetic and my Master's speed with the gun. I stared down at my erect nipples The gold of the tiny barbells reminded me of my lost wedding rings and I realized that I was now sealed to another man. I was too numb to cry.

For the first time in nearly a week I was given something to wear. To lacy to be consider clothing, the sheer black outfit was just my size. Now I understood what the drone from the city had delivered. I had to admit that the black lace complimented my skin in a very alluring way. The piercings caught the light under the lace, attracting the eye. I modeled the outfit for my Master and tried to push away my morose mood. I had no idea that this night would ultimately change my captivity in ways I could not imagine.

My master decided that he liked the ambiance of the living room better. He was naked. I was in my lace on the floor sucking his cock. Internally I was wondering if this was to be my destiny. I knew I could do a lot worse, but the thought of never seeing Kent, or Sylvia or Lenny again was the saddest future I could imagine. I tried to push away those sat thoughts and keep focused. So intently had I been working that the sensation of my master's cum filling my mouth almost caught me by surprise.

After a very prompt, "Thank you." my Master congratulated me and pulled me onto his lap. My Master has one of the fastest recovery speeds I have ever encountered. After some long deep kisses that I frankly enjoyed he was ready to go again. My outfit was crotch less so he simply slid me onto his lap and began pumping away with his massive tool. My Master lasts quite a while and despite my depression I was soon transported on the waves of orgasm. I called out Kent's name and my master slapped me in the ass for it but I was too caught up in the feel of the barbarian inside me to really notice the swat to my ass. I was able to completely relax this time and gasped loudly when he came deep inside of me. We were snuggling when we heard the dogs howl.

What happened next I could not have predicted with the best ESP ever invented in fiction. My Master went out to investigate, temporarily he lashed me in place to a hook in the ceiling. After a shout silencing the dogs, who should my Master lead into the room but, Kent, My husband! Dressed like a commando, Kent had become a one man army to try and liberate me. I shouted my startled recognition. Once the man whose collar I now wore recalled Kent from the battle he laughed loudly for a very long time.

Helpless I watched as he made my Kent strip, he collared my husband before pinning him to the ground and locking away his penis in something that looked like a medieval torture device. Powerful Kellen Schwartz did not have to lean very hard on Kent to make him spill every detail of his plan to rescue me. I think that I loved Kent at that moment more passionately than at any other point in our marriage. That his plan was doomed to fail in a dozen different ways was carefully explained to me over the coming days. Those facts still did not diminish my admiration for Kent. I ached to take him in my arms even as I heard my Master state,

"A twig like you could never do a warrior's job. The fact that I am still alive demonstrates how worthless you really are. However, you may actually be a blessing to me. Blondie will be much easier to train if she is worried about something happening to you. Putting the screws to you could take weeks off of Blondie's training. Congratulations loser, you just made your former wife a much better and more enthusiastic slave for ME!"

In that moment I realized that any hope I had of ever returning to my old life was a dream best starved until it expired. In the next statement I saw both the worst and best of my Master.

"Here is how it goes, Blondie. So long as you are enthusiastic, adventurous and extremely grateful every time I fuck you, the twig here can stay with us and watch me take you. If you keep me in a good mood, I will allow him to be fed and for you to spend some time with him. Cop an attitude and I'll have him shipped to Port Noir, where the men who like to lie with men live. I'm sure those guys would pay a nice sum for a thin little boy toy like him. If I ship him out I return to using the whip and thumbscrews on you. Is that clear, Blondie?"

What else could I say? My life was now no longer mine, it now encompassed Kent's. I'd rather forget the rest of that night. Kent was lashed to the frame which had held me just hours before as I serviced the barbarian and gave him everything he wanted all the while feigning enthusiasm. At least it STARTED out as feigning. After being thoroughly used and emotionally spent, sleep hit me very quickly. I practically passed out. I was relived in the morning that Kent was not in the room. My master had moved him to the spare cage in the back of the house.

How can I describe my life as a slave once my husband became a prisoner under the same roof?

He is not my husband now, I know that with a finality. I am a essentially nothing, my value being only what the market will bear. The first few months drained every emotion from me. My Master allowed me to feed Kent table scraps and give him a bath once a week. My Master supervised us the whole time so there was little opportunity for conversation. I did learn of Sylvia and Lenny's escape, which elated me. After about three months, My Master threw up his hands and told us to "Get it out of our systems." He left the room and Kent and I had a long conversation weeks in the making.

"Oh Kent, how could you do something so foolish?"

"I love you, Vera. I HAD to try and get you back."

"Darling, that is so sweet. But you should have returned to earth. Starting over is not the end of the world. Sylvia would have found someone nice for you."